As your hands touched mine for the first time,
and your body was partly shaded out.
Our worlds crossed in the stillness of darkness,
our destiny was going to be told.
As we slowly opened up to each other, like the first flowers in spring,
colour came to our living, colourfull thoughts began.
As we explored many paths together, whethering the storms of life.
Our understanding of each other deepenend, our love for each other rised.
As we are walking together now, love binding our hands.
Life is losing its colour, the road is entering its final bend.
by Angenieta Rose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem