If Chaos Loves the Lovers
Like I think
It Does
Molecules Floating
In Space
Gracefully, Tonight
will softly carry kisses from your lips
to my skin
and soul
and back
and forth
while we sleep
miles apart
till the morning comes
adding hope
to hope
You make me smile..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When one sleeps miles apart her sweetheart, everybody should notice it. Love really is chaos.