I see you from time to time
and I am happy
for those fleeting moments.
I try to remember
every single detail,
the scent of your perfume,
the way you've styled your hair.
I make a joke to hear your laughter,
I make small talk to hear your voice.
I wonder after we've parted,
do you think of me?
The way I think of you?
I know I could love you,
and I don't even know your name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem