I am talking to you, let us walk,
already late. evenings now are colder.
and you for me, to the fact, that I have
more and more beautiful eyes...
don't be afraid of a time,
you are still saying.
he is passing the same,
as everything with us.
better let love
beguile us
we will become more beautiful...
even if it's
just for a moment.
and I feel your peace
and shivering
and with you, one's
fascination, to the entire life.
no glitter will hide view of you,
nicer for me, the hug of your hand,
and for myself love and the warmth
which I have from you
the same as you, from me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well composed poem................