Just a touch of your hands
Just a glimpse of your smile
Just a feel of your heart
All these feelings,
flitting through my head,
that night as he held me,
I caught feelings.
When my soul touches yours,
a phenomenon it is.
For when the black bird sings,
the night becomes endless.
Snoring away to glory,
you and I,
are meant to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem