the passion of doing a thing
that you love
it loves you too
feeds that passion with fuel
a conflagration
a fusion of fire and desire
you ask me why i am doing it
because i love you
not because you love me
because i love you
things love you in return
the barks of trees that you touch
give the best leaves
the most colorful flowers
the scent
pervading the air of the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem