(For the girl in the book store)
All things are possible-
Your touch makes me real,
Your breath a nest for my heart,
I hold it forever because it is a part of you,
Your kissings tingle my soul,
Your smile vanquishes my inferiority-my past,
My reflection in awe at my found vitality,
You make me hold imaginations, clasp fantasies,
Oooh, every second lasts a hundred eternities.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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