Maybe love has something similar to lightning
not something frightening
but as special essence
that lingers on the inner eye, a kind of thing
a kind of inner art
that stays grained into the heart
beyond living, beyond time and space
when destiny does people part
and sometimes the separateness
turns into a kind of emptiness
where you realise the finality of death
but still affection does not want to rest
and in memories love sometimes keeps going on
while in person to the earth you are gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem