Fickle hearts falling on the wayside while true love takes
hands and steps into the music of love where an energy con-
tinues to beat with and against our hearts all night long.
An exquisite and energetic feeling that completes us every
night in the love of our desires and imaginations, finding
more than notes and tones when when we're making love,
fever-pitch rising in between us both tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem