Birdsong through the silence, daylight on the ceiling
As dawn breaks and enters, steals in with a sweep
I stir and awake to the sound of your breathing
And wait for sun’s fingers to shake you from sleep.
I reach out to touch you, my beautiful lover
To know that you’re there, to know this is true.
For I don’t understand, and may never discover,
How someone like me has moved someone like you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem