Do it to do,
to give it to me.
You transfer the seal,
back and forth to me.
And to be led,
to my other hand.
By your hand.
By your hand,
pray I, you continue.
Exceeding,
my reach of poetry.
Other things it is allotted,
You have it of love.
Love of it words,
and to my loss.
That of your privacy.
By your hands,
I am truly confessed.
For by your love of me.
I walk hand in hand,
without you thinking.
Giving your hand back to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank god for poets, poetry and the kindness of a warm hand to hold. smiling at you Tai x