Soft, soft.
Always soft.
To the touch, to the sound, to my sight.
Soft, words. Soft, eyes.
Soft, look. Soft, kiss.
Soft, feel. Soft, sense.
Fragile, tender, carefully.
That's how I'd like it to be.
That's how I'd always like it to be.
Soft, as if it was the first time.
Soft, as if it was the most important time.
Soft, as if it was the only time.
That nothing else but soft would be,
The word to describe,
How we coincide.
- Jan.22,2012 -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem