Next time someone looks at me, I hope
they will look at me with love,
not with curiosity.
Big arms to hold my naked heart.
A dove got her way out from a cat with audacity,
just to find its lovely other part,
to fly forever with, in peace.
Then every spell will be broken,
as long as it didn't take
my dove, my wildest dreams, and my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem