An aching heaviness fills the anxious heart
And slowly spreads into every living sinew.
All life must pass through this hungry hour
Hungry for love and for that tender touch
Yet in that moment nothing ever exists
But the wrenching groan of agony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a fine poem saying what needs to be said how every heart strives for the perfection of a giving smile and a tender touch