my world gets choked back
from a single breath
I grasp for meaning
I look for error
but beauty remains
in every gust of wind
that brushes Your hair, softly
like a feather
behind Your ears
and every movement compels me
like a piece of fine art
then Your lips touch mine
and I simply cannot breath
in a motionless frame
captured forever within
a single dropp of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poetry, so beautiful H