There are stories rising out
of present glories.
Brushed with love
painted through pain,
the sun shines through your
luminous stare
you smile defying
deaths constant glare.
You have breezed through
eternity
to but land at my door.
light infiltrates the dark music
you cry
O what peace you bedew me in!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful portrayal of bliss of love, elegantly brought forth from the heart. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing.