I sometimes gaze at your pictures
-bounding thoughts remaining the timeless
fixtures. Morning conversation sprays us
like spring showers. We become one tower
ignited in the most intimate hours. What
a wonder it is to feel love's presence.
Two hearts connected the soul, a romantic
existence. Ocean waves and desires flow
into the sheer blue. My watchful eye many
miles over, anything to feel closer to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem