There’s something in your eyes
when I look at you
that makes me totally vulnerable
makes me realise how precious life,
my life with you is
that we are not extradited to this world
but sometimes find someone perfect
and when the wind pulls-pulls on your hair
a small frown begins between your eyes
against the bright light
I know how intense
my feelings for you have become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem