There is something to love that reaches beyond
the outer covering, even if we just do kiss and play,
that draws us to return, to continue on another day
and it binds us unseen with a kind of magical bond.
Some people endlessly search for youth’s natural fond,
to find a kind of place where age is swept away
but there is something eternal to love, to its sway
to the way that it makes people to each other respond.
Even if our feelings, our energies are at a time spent,
if we have loved fully, have loved to the heart’s intent
there is still something drawing, that we feel and see
as if there is something that does in the heart descent
that is acting much deeper and totally independent,
a strange kind of thing that turns bliss into tranquility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem