In looking into the mirror you're all I see.
In slumber in my waking you are so real I can touch.
The thundering silence of your presence,
The deafening flapping of your winglessness,
Just the the proof I need of your perpetuity.
The rhythm of your life's pump
The beat to the steps I dance,
The waves of the seas of blood in your hoses,
Evidence that you feel that which I feel:
Anguish, pain, love and all,
These I feel in your Kisses!
My wingless Angel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stephen, such a lovely write....10+++++