In the morning, it's always you
Like a child sees the dawn
And imagines fires in the sky
So I, in witnessing your beauty
Wait silently for heaven to fall
Come to me forever, my love
Bring this season to an end
For no greater treasure has this life for me
Than your radiant body
As generous and pure as the sacred moonlit sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good poem on love feelings...images eloquent colorful and pleasing...10