I do not know how
to pen you down
in this few characters on paper
and to try and draw you here and now
with golden eyes cutting through me
by them selves
and lie like suns on the horizon,
with a faith in the Lord
that is straight like pink hollyhocks
or an exclamation sign
and a heart that is softer
than a human
should have
and I do not know
how to burn your image in here,
you with your halo
which only a holy one could have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem