In passion
we are so engrossed
we naturally drown
but together at the most
entwined
and
naturally embalmed
none come to know
from where we came
to where did we go
in that moment of trance
'twas a river inside dance
a love of its own
kind of a romance
'twas just a prance
we drowned
in love now
we need no more
we love
till we die
no less no more
ask me not why
yeah rare specimens
are bereft of love
all know
a love of its own kind of a romance 'twas just a prance /// lovingly expressed
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I would like to translate this poem
love is great ocean! biggest than the pacific ocean passionately I'm here couldn't get it layer so deep I'm drowned, still drowning.................////