At times, on long winter nights, I feel
Like an astronaut, orbiting the plane
Between universal beauty and planetary
Lust. I float in the bosom of forgotten
Gravity, gravitating at all times towards
Your love, the pull of which drags me
Into your atmosphere, and I lose control.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Desire is not love. It may well be the opposite.
True. But desire can be a part of love. You can love what you also desire. They are not the same, I agree... But they aren't mutually exclusive either.