I love
Cunning wind,
I love
Curling scattered hair,
I love
Black eyes,
I love
Unmindful behavior.
I love you, my dear.
And I know you are here,
And I have nothing to fear.
There, you
Captured me, I know.
The truth you are, I realized.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem