Quiet resolve, holding hands and hearts with spectacular promises
of eternity.
Solidly, walking together in evenings's twilight, promising to be
an eternal desire for one another.
Creating designs from inner patterns, tracing footprints down
shores of whitened sand.
Holding hands and minds, gradually keeping step with the ocean's
tides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem