as the depths of love we do enter in
to know you so intimate there must be trust
finding a kind of beauty deeper than skin
like the first time an eagle is flying,
something more than just touching
as you leap into the waiting abyss,
straining against how life really is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How life really is...So true... Beautiful poem....Good write..Loved reading it.