I wander from look to love,
from wait to date,
from words to emotions,
like cold to fire.
Its like a swing in motion,
goes up and comes down,
till pushed again by a stranger,
to a new height of emotions.
The drama and tension,
its all in there,
packed with some love,
its in a box at your door.
Why not just open the box?
embrace whats inside,
close your eyes,
sit on the swing,
and reach some unexplored height?
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I would like to translate this poem
From wait to date you were wandering for looking in to love. Swinging in motion brought up swinging in love. Love is wonderfully presented in this poem....10
Thank you :)