The morning dew
Glitters on tendril -
Like her stirring smile.
The gentle rain of dusk
Spurts the scent of soil -
Like her stimulating sweat.
The chirping crickets of night
Serve summons to surrender -
Like her subtle signs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful flight of imagery dedicated to..... who is visible in each and every thing and every where. Interesting. Liked it.