i love the idea of her existence cause it completes mine
i love it cause it makes me god
i love it cause it's art
one day we well meet and i well say to her i am you
without saying a word we well talk the whole night through
it's all utopique and that is true but how about you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, Anwer. Thanks