Moving
rhythmically to the music
with Rudi, safe within the fortress
of his love, enclosed within the ramparts
of his castle, wearing the breastplate of his
assurances, protected by his steadfast character,
supported by the warmth of his personality, wrapped in
the nobility of his high ideals; lighted by the fire of
idealism burning in his eyes, moving within the
circle of his arms, his embrace affording
me the freedom to be
myself…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem