there is something in me that cannot be held by love
no matter how gentle are its hands
no matter how careful
love warms me but i escape
love caresses me but i long for more
there is something beyond love
it is not in the sky above
it is down on my feet
the freedom of the dust
the playfulness of the wind
so do not just say you love me
do not be too careful about me
there is something in me that is restless and free
something that you cannot gently hold
there is this wild fire burning
and your love cannot put it off
i long to fly on the wings of my senses
and you can not stop me with your fences
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem