'Aside from the love of God
is there a greater glory
than to have a woman's love
a kind of story
where truth and dreams are all above
skies and hills
trees and valleys
is there a more lasting memory
seeing a smile so tender
and eyes of grace and glee
I am just human
gifted with a soul to love a woman
winds and words
harps and chords
this is where hearts breeds love
gliding in clouds like a dove
keen and intense
that even in silence
a love that was lost long ago
can be felt and still on glow.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem