the heart is like a puddle of water
runnint to the beat of reign and rain
the pull of the dance on the floor makes
body pump and fold
understanding the call of the strong arm
to the sensitive soul
the touch of a warm and caring embrace
allows the tears to fall down the felting face
laughs and kisses makes the wishes and dreams
and hopes come true for a woman's prayer's
and future
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem