man when overwhelmed
by love, his eyes are
two moons cruising
through thin veil of clouds
never can you see them clearly
for they shuttle between
desires and reality
trying to rise above the
consuming tide of libido
but never really succeed to
the young woman
overtaken by love
tries to sleep like a log
inundated by her
burning desires
and woven dreams
she wishes night to be day
and day to be night
when she can see
the two pair of eyes she so loves
cruise through her heart
- and swims in them in esctasy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem