I'd be most hard pressed
to pick its kind
as if an outsider
in want for love
and approval with her arms
spread apart like so
toward a world that can
and should embrace her back
because everyone needs a hug sometime...
And sometimes a hug does a world of good
depending upon the embrace,
as friend or as a father, and mother,
And in aging comes maturity
along the lines of the passionate
embrace where two could become one
and one can bring to life more...
Like a woman embodied in heart,
a nick name appropriately exemplifying
the woman beneath the facade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem