Apples of eyes looking into one another's, placing
questions of love into depths of promises that need
to be expressed.
Answers hesitantly being given, worlds apart looking
for some kind of acknowledgement or even recognition,
placing a fire of passion into both of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kind of acknowledgement is kind of recognition. This poem is very nicely and interestingly penned.