The glances that he makes
when you are not looking...,
The moments that he treasures
when you are far away
The simple things you love
that he often remembers,
The hand that keep searching,
only to find and hold yours...
It's the long hours that he spends,
when he is waiting for you...
The smile that burst aloud,
from the silly things you do...
Those fingers that pick your hair
when the wind blow in your face...,
The short patience that grows long
when you are hard to get along.
It's the glow in his face
upon the sight of you...
The fast beat in his heart,
when you are in his arms....
Those simple gentle acts...
those tiny deeds and touch.
Do you know that...., It's love?
the love that you keep searching.
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I would like to translate this poem
excellent piece of poetry, love the structure of this piece great job