Somewhere, somehow our souls are trapped anyhow
Somewhere, somehow our love is what it's meant to be
Someday, what's in the dark will be in the open
Someday, anyway our indefensible hearts will beat concurrently
Our mouths will mumble, and the birds of the sky will bear witness.
What have we done to ourselves, what happened to the promises we uttered?
Someday, anyhow the inner being in me invites you in me
How the stars glaze brighter in your arms.
To end love is not the end to love
Somewhere, someday you'll find love
Take heed our ways are sleaze, painted with acts of lust
Someday, anyway what's in the dark will be in the open
How kind is this life, to be so unkind to us.
How pleasurable have I longed to be in you,
How our trapped souls decry our adulterous ways
That beckon a painful tryst at the behest of our wounded love
Whose gashes are crying for help
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem that seeks to find that elusive thing called true love? ......................well penned.