Isn't it wonderful
that when it's time to go
you don't
and when it's time to come
you do
It's nice isn't it,
when I put out my arm
at the top of the morning
I encounter you
and so great that when we have
seriousness
in the spaces in between
I encounter you again
so amazing, right?
that when I look at you
I see me
and in me, there you are
so sweet really,
that when we sleep
I breathe
in your smile
and in the morning
there it is on my lips
and I give it back, willingly
to you
Overwhelming as that is,
think of how incredible it would be
If you could see yourself
through me.
April 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem... its cute