The water on the stove,
Has boiled away again.
A thousand times we mean to leave this bed,
A thousand kisses,
A thousand laughs,
A thousand times we fail to rise.
Captive prisoners
Of our own happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. :) It is short and to the point. I really like the meaning behind it. Fantastic job I can't wait to read more of your work.