When my reflection rippled in you,
I blushed seeing my own face..
It was not me...
It was you..
Caressing me with your breathe..
Where is the difference?
What is you, I am that..
You a picture, am a reflection..
You a voice, am the echo..
You the sky, am a star..
Never separate, hardly far..
I asked for your heart..
So that I keep it in my rib-cage..
It beat as me..
Ahh... no difference..
Neither of kind... nor of degree..
I am you... you are me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem