If I wake to the kiss of your lips,
it's like spending the night in the moon.
If I rise to the beauty of your smile
is more than a dream in heaven.
Even If I wake to the quarrel of your assumptions,
is not same as waking to the breeze of the oceans.
Is it not your love that makes me happy?
Is it not you who makes me rise again?
Is it not your love that made me a human?
I will always prove that I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem