Next to mine a mystery,
With no light they shine.
Is it time to love again,
The night belongs to you.
No one knew, how long it
Went but us.
The depth or length of it.
One narrow channel, Dear,
A river long and deep.
When but they come to look,
And want to strip away.
What they have never had,
Lover's, looking, loving have.
How two lover's, really looked
before love fades.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem