As yet you know little of love
Your breath as soft as a night tide
Your eyes half closed like dark olives
Your face at rest as a warm breeze.
Let us for now be at peace
Like two stars forever at distance
But always one in measured sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and sweet poem for the small girl sleeping with peace. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing with us.