Love is seeing angels dancing in your eyes
as your voice rings the jingle bells.
It is like seeing a butterfly
perch softly on your keen lips
to suck its nectar.
I see two gentle familiar hands
embrace your soft plumpy cheeks,
drawing you closer for a handsome kiss.
Love is seeing you walk solitarily
from the unknown to the unknown
guided by some humble human touch.
It is like flashing a torch from nowhere
to usher you into the kingdom.
I seem to hear some soft familiar footsteps
trailing you in the dark
hoping to be the redeemed one
to make you a woman.
Love is seeing you at the door
each time there is a knock.
It is like seeing you there
and elsewhere within
at every blink of the eye;
feeling a violent resentment
each time the wolves besiege you
beating the drums of mean sentiments
and expecting you to dance.
It is like blowing a silent trumpet
to usher in a new dawn;
for love knows no barriers, but frontiers:
to explore, exploit and therefore to unite.
Lord ‘ave Mercy;
that’s all I crave,
for dignity has its expectations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem