Lover
ever catch her eye, ?
ever look behind your shoulders, ?
we make love everywhere,
where lover exists,
lovers are floating everywhere,
like flies in the romantic air
which settles on the creams of the senses,
the faults of the large crater,
as large as the big keyhole in your heart,
better than the other sugars on the table,
much like a sugar dangled withextra honey,
To make a day whirled by,
Inside music
To make it start believing,
the air is aroused,
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I would like to translate this poem
lovers are floating everywhere, like flies in the romantic air...........written wonderfully; quite amazing the word floating....like flies in....."