Between the time that the day dies
and the sun hangs precious
like a ruby in the sky
and the time that the day breaks
and the sun is fresh and new
like a orange
in the morning dawn,
man and woman
is entranced with the night
which gives flight
to their passions to be one
and although they are
destined to die at a time
the bliss of life
and the intimacy of loving
and the wonders of the world
is their pleasures to share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem