What stolen spark of the sun
Did she shine
Into my heart.
Her softest kiss
Lingering
In the jasmine
Of a memory.
What bliss
Wounded me
With pleasure unknown.
Her touch of wonder
Eclipsing all above.
Souls hugging to thunder
Of much more than love.
What song of the moon
Did she write
Across my vsky.
As I bathe
In blue lagoon
Of her twinkling eye.
As she lies in the comfort
Of my rhyme.
Shooting stars kiss.
And my prose can only mime
At such beauty as this.
Flown from sunsets
Pinned with kisses
On turtle dove.
Her joyous tears
Those honeydew droplets
Sunrise just misses
Are much more
Than love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem