I have a disease in my heart,
Lots of illness resides in it,
Good reflections will disobey
My miracle, my special love.
Inside the heart is a lovely weather,
Haunting the space of a fright,
The downward struggle is immense.
The struggle awaits and remains when good flavour
Has entertained the fear of the heart.
My heart delays itself with love,
Love is a swarm of bees waiting to erupt,
Like also a volcano, like a mountain of trust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a swarm of bees waiting to erupt, Like also a volcano, like a mountain of trust. ---------- beautiful words to describe love and trust which make all relationship grow...thanks.