I not only see just a woman standing there
I see life, as if it were about to end
I get depressed, angry, and happy
Every time I look into her eye’s I feel as if death is following me
Yet she holds me with such a soft touch
Suddenly she kisses me, soft with a bit of sorrow
Every kiss she lays upon my lips taste so sweet
Yet every kiss makes me want to cry
Because I wonder how I can hold an angel in my arms
I wish to cry because no man should be able to kiss an angel such as her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem