Lying down, staring at the sky,
Their heads turn toward each other,
Their hands embrace as each finger gently slides slowly down to squeeze for that passionate hold.
As he looks at her, he imagines what life could be with her.
As she looks at him, she imagines what life would be with him.
No words are ever spoken,
He knows what she is thinking, and she knows what he is feeling.
Their hearts are racing as if they are flying.
Love is not always about speaking and professing their love towards each other.
It’s about just being,
Being with that one person you cannot see yourself living without.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ANOTHER GREAT PIECE. WOW! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Loved it as a whole but i really liked the way you ended this one. I mean the last 3 lines just pulled it together so well. Great writing girl i cant wait to read more.