Do you know how happy you’ve made me?
Like sunlight on the first morning after two weeks of rain.
My heart doesn’t know want when I’m near you,
Except for you.
I wonder sometimes, like silly men do,
About what I’m made for.
There is an assumption among our gender
That we’re supposed to rise—to our birth, to our potential.
Then, I walk into the room where you sit, unaware;
And I look at your face smiling at someone else’s joke.
You don’t know how much love is in you.
You can’t. You haven’t felt it; but I have.
I have woken on a winter morning and been warmed by you.
I have fallen asleep desperate and comforted by you.
I have lost my best evenings bent deep in you.
And every moment is a diamond, every anticipation the perfect setting.
I only need forever with you to be happy.
Because on a moonlit night, there are no words;
But there is your hand holding mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem