The words of being in love and love
did past us
while you were reading my poems
and sometimes I were caught
in everyday things
while you pushed your hair from your face
and our conversations
searched for deeper meaning,
discussed God
and where we fit into His plan
but still you were far past being enticing
and your skirt
at times folded around your legs
while some enrapturing sneaked into us both
and the deep meaning
that God is present in every thing,
when words at times are unnecessary
when love flowers lascivious, intimate and intense
became a reality to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem