Settling into a rhythm of pure love, wanting explanations
to be given explicitly in prose.
Loving and giving, going hand in hand down aisles of many
marriages, being tuned into to one another.
Stretching legs, prancing through forests filled with pine
scents lingering inside a mind.
Leaving nothing to chance, rearing up and stopping to camp
overnight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem