In a house full of angels
I want to be your lover.
It's a safe bet
in a world of disappointment.
In the threshold of middle age
I want to be a child of wonderment.
It's a small request for sanity
in times of disturbing density.
In the center of the universe
I want beauty and commitment.
It's as silly as perfection
to balance your act.
In an empty sanctuary
I want to be at peace with myself.
It's a half full vision
to a restless soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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