The colour
of her
eyes
were the same colour
as her questions
the startling
colour of love.
I tell her
I love her
eyes
& the questions
she asks
my heart.
“Oh, lovely Daddy! ”
she smiled
& kissed me
for what seemed
a thousand years
or there or thereabouts
(I wasn’t counting)
lost
in the colour
of her
eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do the questions have a colour? The same colour as the yes? The poem makes me believe this - it sounds beautiful...