Every time I kiss you on leave,
I feel that I am missing you already
Before I wave.
I am dreaming of love adjectives
Each step I make to your heart
With kisses in the language of linguists.
Every time I kiss you I am wishing
Our love is worth more
Than the dreams and plans we are making
We lie down with grammar
Where we used no words,
And love becomes that inescapable power.
To conquer the alphabet,
And your inaudible breath and angelic tongue,
Has barely left by swift exit.
And it has made my heart to flutter
In the perfect Rhythm we heave,
Our destiny lies and breathe together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem