there is something
i like about
words
they conceal the
secret of my
love for you
you who never love
me you who never expect
that i can
love you
i draw birds on the air
and you listen
they hover on your hair
and you glisten
i put stars on my tongue
and they twinkle
and you are amazed by
the light that
i emit
you never notice how huge
love can be
as huge as a cruise ship
beside a port
where passengers embark
without you spotting
me in red.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love it...the red reminds me of the little girl wearing a red dress of the movie the schindler's list, oblivious of her surroundings