(to TPW)
i wrote these words that you will know
and
if you don’t,
at least you’ll be aware
of being imprinted.
you are the
poems, scribbled everywhere -
at the bus stand, on the buses, on the taxi,
in my books, on my face… and on yours too,
and on those of everyone around you.
love has no pride,
seldom ever hides,
proud words that I would
shout on top of the mountain,
mumble on bus rides,
murmur softly at nights.
i don’t think
i have ever treasured
a word
as i have … your name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
totally love this poem......so nice when someone is into your name & you..it's the best when they know.