'She waits for him
for she was in love
even if her heart aches
she just pretend to be
because she always understand
even if it's against her will
she always has the patience
because she was in love
love without expectations
and when he comes...
her heart leaps out again
she has become like the rain
a drizzle in the gentle dusk
a smile in the twinkling stars
and a delicate mist
in the afterdark.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem