As love and music pollute my brian,
its a million times faster than any train.
Sometimes i can not keep up.
But then i see her little smile,
i would be guilty on the love trail.
As we wake in the morning,
the sense of love is calling.
I stroke her face it is so soft.
she opens her eyes and says
'Keep your eyes upon the eagle
it swoops and saws and raws with the wind.
It will take youe eyes and to your suprise
it shall rise and rule the land and spread its brand'.
I said to myself 'i should wake up now'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem