Funny I find myself in love with you without moral reasoning,
Not knowing how we found ourself here,
Afraid to lose you selfish of the time spent a part,
I use to wish I was blind not truly knowing what I asked, I'm glad all wishes don't come true,
But prayers on the other hand,
Bright stars that luminate trails traveled by the angels kissed near and far,
With paper clips sealed to the back of their wings sprinkling their glow among the sky,
They remind me of your eyes those bright colored stars,
How the Sun sneaks from the sjy every night and finds itself there in your eyes,
With out reason,
Baptized by the water of your eyes
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I would like to translate this poem
nice to fly in the sky with paper clips sealed back as wings don't selfish while flying beams of sun will burn the wings but color of lovers eyes will surely absorb the burning beams