Talking silently through the darkness, whispering sweet
nothings to one another, our voices not saying a single
world yet we hear our love being spoken as we hold one
another.
Our beings coming together, compromising our oneness and
yet, becoming one means the world to both of us totally,
a unity made in heaven and now gifted to us here on this
earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem