Love is, listening to her rhythmic heartbeats
Imagining her assurances with every beat.
Love is, touching her like the softest feather,
Going to sleep touching together.
Love is, past midnight doing pillow talks,
Stretching them till the morning walks.
Love is, to awaken her with a gentle touch,
And unfold an intention without saying much.
Love is, to smile a while, watching her asleep,
Appreciating her innocence with feelings deep.
Love is, to get up and pull the curtains aside,
Just to moonlight her face at the dead of night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem