I like to feel your smell on my hair
After I lean on your shoulder - right there.
Just wanna it last as long as it can.
It makes me go tipsy, for sure - oh, man...
I'm not that poetic, have problems with rhymes.
This language's not native, but seems a language of heart.
As far as i hear the dearest words
In it... Feeling much better than I've ever longed...
It feels as if there is magic inside,
Somewhat a spell, but real and live.
Somehow they've met - the PLACE and the TIME.
You haven't expected this - neither have I.
There's no explanation - and why should there be?
There is no need - for what - we can FEEL!
Let's live for the moment - one day we will see...
Enhale this air and keep to enjoy for a bit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love itself is poetic true love is always alive