Thank you for touching me
Playing with my disheveled hair
With your candid fingers,
Thank you for stealing away
My sleep and letting me smile
To myself counting striking
Hours on your ageless face,
Thank you for shedding warm
Stares as my palm holds your
Heart as a drop of throbbing dew,
Thank you for accompanying me
The long sojourn where we take
Birth at the edge of immortality
You always tell your stories with such feeling and grace, nicely penned Annette
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I would like to translate this poem
nice poem heart becomes a throbbing dew