The teeth are more than bone,
The heart is more than home
I knew others once, who loved me;
I loved them like the wind, the moon-
A force always upon me.
A life's not made in stone,
Though unwritten words get hone
Inside our limbs, our beating heart,
The cells remember- cannot speak
Of touches, are no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have a really good way with words in this one.