Then their love subsided, nothing was frozen
With fright but love urged its belonging,
By the gliding it belonged to souls and all,
Very nasty stories would help against the villains.
Then their love foretold a frozen flight,
Its path was a lie and an utterance of love,
A technicality, a piercing gaze, a kiss of a son,
But the loves of lightning bolts were upon floors.
Then the thunder of love abated from the framework
Of sin and darkness, love had entered with goodness
As the tale to tell with fright and flight and belonging,
A bolt from the blue is a bolt from the dark.
The love has said sorry words, of frightening looks,
To its friends a lovely message was relied upon,
Immune to the talents, immune to the abilities
Of a man and a woman who obviously learn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem