The softness of your passion
swift like a drift of wind
in my brain
it cuts accros my heart
like a rim trusted in furnance
like a darting arrow striking hard
Sweet heart,
you make me see beyond my mythic doom
to a plane swift apradice of promise
Sweet heart,
know that the love
i have for you
is like a golding spackling alabaster stone
which can never be uplofted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WONERFUL i see trust one more time here on the verge!