Quite convenient,
it will be
the day i find you.
By that time,
every verse,
every rhyme,
will already be written for you.
For tears,
for laughs,
or mirrors,
into my soul.
This I promise,
you arrival's expedient,
into my love,
into my verse.
It will be
quite convenient.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem