Happiness sweeps like an unsuspected burst of wind.
Love creeps like the undetected eye in the crowd,
So eager to be seen.
A shy flexing of the lips Whenever our glances intersect.
An unsure walk across the room.
The sounds of my forced stride like the sweeping of a broom.
The hair on my neck stands as I dry the sweat from my hands.
A look up to the eye, belonging to the girl in the crowd,
With a shakey ‘hi' followed by a cough to clear my voice.
This moment is bliss... The parts of a fairytale that most of us miss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem