Being aware that what she uttered to his ears were sweet nothings meant nothing.
He continued to listen with a bogus gesture of promise and understanding.
The reason being her sweet mesmerizing voice which sounded like a piano complemented by a harmonious coherent single cord harp, and her company which soothed his soul and gave it the buoyancy of floating whenever his heart leaped.
The music and luxury that no man would wish to either cease or forfeit had it been within and never beyond his control.
Unconditional love was what he was blessed with, being able to love a soul, which was a clear hazard to the future existence of his own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem