When language is ripped from my lips,
when words
are loosing their meaning
and cannot roar anymore
like the gathering storm clouds
filled with thunder,
when a cup of coffee or tea
says much more
to restore peace and tranquillity
than the fabric of words
and a tear, can be wiped away
by a embrace
in a kind of selfless grace,
then I wonder at the magic of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem