As we raise our brows with the utmost care
Toast to the couple as they grin and bear
I almost did stop and stare
at the moment they touched eachother,
though feeling wasn't there.
The curtains flowed like a carousel in a fair
and the wind caressed the folecules of their hair
They danced to a rythm that filled the air
and parting of grasps
they would not dare
Just the thought gave them such a scare
Out in reality is a love so rare
that could blind the eyes of each pair
but unlike paradise,
here love can rip and tear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem