The breaking point,
The point of no return,
The Flight,
The Night of Love,
When does it happen?
How does it happen?
No one can really tell,
But purple petals dress the air,
Into a thornless Rose you stare,
The Ocean opens wide its arms,
Enfolds you blindly with its charms
Your lightly flying thru the air,
You leave the Earth so far, nowhere,
You lose your heart and then your mind,
And then you say a silent prayer,
Forever promising you'll care,
As two become just only One,
Then Life has finally begun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outstanding lines, very delicate and pristine. Mes compliments Sandra.* *