Gasping for breath when she saw him;
He already stole her heart.
This rare trick was not a misfortune;
It brought them the recipe for a kiss.
Only a corona surrounding them in a mirror;
leading each other through the darkness.
Collapsing to the fate of six moths;
Clenching on to love through heart-felt letters.
Time feeling endless she waited;
Knowing no one else could steal her heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem