At the scent of your small yawn, my mind's gears begin to grind
Suspended questioning at the sigh that exits your being
What is it like to experience a love that is foreign to me?
Never having a reference point to ease the alien feeling
One that may not be reciprocated til years to come
A love that walks outside of my being
One that will make a difference in the universe
and challenge perspectives of individuals
Embodiment of personal lessons and hereditary big smiles
Surrendered soul to the Creator and creativity that oozes
I wonder where I'll be when I am able to hold this love in my arms
and call it it's given name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem