He comes in and looks at me,
His dark face more beautiful than my own.
His gold slit eyes are set in black silk-
Below them a puff of white on his chin.
He speaks to me,
His voice like the song of a trio of birds-
I've heard his song in my dreams,
Lulling me in it's warmth and beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem