those eyes are telling me
to stand still for your stare
i could read your desiring
a movement in my eyes
locks in a frame of love
i can't get out but have
your steps are soft as cat
yet deafening to my heart
i can't resist those slender
arms wrapping around me
feeling warmth makes child
comforting much so desired
***
pick from love scene of a movie
my mind create poems out of
images that i see in an instant
my fingers is too slow to write it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem