They made a good pair.
It wasnt just another affair.
She gave him her love as a breast
where he could rest.
Gave her life a twist the day he kissed her toungue
living her hung.
She thought sweet
how they came to meet.
She, walking the night like an owl,
he searching in the dark for his soul.
She was his shrine
and together they would do just fine.
Making the night as bright as day.
Kissed all troubles away.
Dressing their fears
with tears of laughter
as they covored themselves with a love finer than silk,
smoother than milk.
Dying their lips
red with sips
of wine as they dined under trees
as green as peas.
She knew he had wiped away all her fears
with just the fall of his tears.
All the hurt disappeared.
He too knew he had her right down to her root.
And for him life would be good
like old polished wood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem