Following the look of your eyes into depths of my heart,
feeling the intensity of your love touching my soul through
it's windows.
Holding all the promises of life within silent looks stolen
in pictures of one another.
Placed in albums of our treasured lives to be taken out and
looked at when we are lonely or miss one another in poetical
interludes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem