Sinking into time and age,
it etched themselves
onto the lovers skins.
Making love made them tumble
they giggled though hoarsely
as if it was their first.
With white hair and canes,
together they still trotted
everywhere and anywhere.
Their love was true
all the colors but blue;
no one was above them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem