She's like me.
Beautifully aggressive,
Yet poetic,
Romantic,
Electric,
In absoluteness.
She is energy.
In beauty to give
Kinetic,
Magnetic,
In dance
of the to well known,
Imaginary kiss
Desperately,
Finally..
Reality.
Intense.
She is light,
She is pain,
She is sun,
And the rain.
She is the moment,
So true.
In every word spoken
That I have written,
She herself...
Could have written
Too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loved the flow of this each line neatly followed the other. nice work Annette