They only come to pray for love.
Going and coming some find.
Confusing emotions aside.
Spinning abused such is life.
Muscles contract and react.
Tender love filled
with highs, mountain peaks
green rich and valley lows.
Then is this strip human like.
Moving above her pale face,
the moon shows it's light in the dark.
Her beating heart must beat back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem