Beneath the shelter of her eyes I am humbled.
‘La Passione' gives one the dream.
Are we wise to the unannounced invocation?
Or the cacophony in which it arrives?
Surely age and experience play their part?
As if a rock washed by the sea through time,
Battered relentlessly by a power over which we have no control.
This is no ordinary love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A concise and insightful verse. Thanks for sharing, Richard.