Whenever I kissed her, she closed her eyes,
Love you-love you fun she always enjoyed,
I used my wit and she opened her eyes-
Seen into her eyes the image of a wise,
I asked simply; what’s there in your heart?
She replied with laugh, ”as you are flirting,
So I am my heart, I didn't surprise;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whenever I kissed her, she closed her eyes, - - I have often wondered why exactly we do that- -to rely on the sense of touch totally?