Smile sits solemly
On her soft lips
As she stares deeply
Into my heart that leaps
At the sight of her eyes...
In a hand shake,
The sky envies me
because it can see
but cannot feel
the electric current
of the soft warmth
from her palms.
As she walks,
The tongue of my eye thirsts
As it longs for her chest from which ripe fruits
Made in Heaven are dancing...
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I would like to translate this poem
you are a good poet, im loving the way the words are flowing. be blessed