My love
hold two things towards the scared portion of your heart.
The way i laugh with you, like sunrise slicing through the fall of winter.
The way i place my lips gently on your forehead to bed, calm wind needing the hug of flowers.
Hold them to your heart, my love!
that even if i am far off
it is for the joy of our love that brings my voyage back into your hands because the expedition of love comes without a cost….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem of love.. hold them to your heart..Lato