What would you tell me about Love?
I don't know yet?
About the high and lows
About the fantasies you have in bed.
And how religiously you would make love,
If you truly had the one in your dreams.
Well,
I met mine,
In the silence of the nights.
I remember us
Making love like gods
Cuddling to warmly words
And actualizing every thought
Then one morning.
I woke up and left.
Just like we do in our dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem