Amber, is the wasp
Stuck in the sap
The color of your hair?
Amber, is the feeling
of my heart
Stuck on the girl?
Frozen where I fell.
Coated in a rippling solid.
Amber, are they perplexing over us?
We can be ancient for them
But young in the moment
Where I listlessly drank (and drowned in)
your depths.
Amber, are you a draught
to preserve a soul?
One and only one?
Mine and only mine?
My wrinkles will not
Tell the story of
our convergence:
My submergence in your
supple soft warm waves.
But the eyes will echo the
story through time. To all who
would look in a the roiling waves and say:
'That love will be mine'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely love: -) wonderfully expressed