I told my friends of heaven
They asked why i spoke so fondly
Of where i've never been
They said it's the poet in me
Having his way
But they know not
The heaven i speak of
Walks on earth
I had a glimpse of heaven
Or what i suppose
Heaven looks like
It looks like
Two little children
Playing in the mud
The joy in their eyes
The lack of care in their actions
I've had a glimpse of heaven
It looks like
The love between teenagers
The innocense of their love
The eagerness of their hearts
The fire in their loins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem