She walks up to me. Nothing unusual, so I thought.
Then, in the next few seconds I would experience something that can only be described as divine serendipity.
Like an aberration from paradise she liens in. I become Intoxicated with her deliciousness of her aroma.
Feeling her soft dewiness gently brush against my ear, I must have perished to experience such bliss.
Ecstasy of such cataclysmic nature cannot be experienced by mortals.
Suddenly I was resurrected by a voice, her voice, a voice they cannot be more beautiful even if the nine choirs of Angels sung in unison.
The melodious words 'I know'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem