Those eyes
Have stolen a bright from the stars
Heaven was crying
But it was dark
And no one could see it
Just he and his smile.
Those hands
Caressing the piano keys
Bring them to life
For a few minutes
Before they’ll die
In a low last sound.
Those lips
Created to taste her skin
So gentle and sensitive
Once touched by the drops of ice
To became pure love during winter’s heart.
Those heart
So impatient and impulsive
Like a wind
No one can stop him
Only she and her smile
But even then
He will be glad
Tomorrow the rain will falling down
But he will still see her
Remember her dance
The fire in his veins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem