To Monette B., my twin soul
If my words could be turned into warmth,
I'd wrap them around your neck like a scarf.
If my poetry could be turned into light,
It would be a night lamp at your bed.
If I could turn my words into a song,
You would hear the sound of flute.
If my poetry could be turned into scent,
Your room would be filled with fragrance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Paul G.Kallen. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.