Her mouth, her kiss, sweet summer bliss,
soft and warm to me.
Her sighs a rare ethereal air.
The breath of a willow tree.
Her eyes were bright with sparkling light,
sapphires of the moon.
And the song they sang, they sang to me,
an ancient, urgent tune.
So there upon the scented earth,
beneath a summer dome of blue,
we became the universe,
and the universe we two.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem