Musicians playing a slow, easy-going melody, preparing
the way for love when all is said and done, hugging,
holding, spinning partners about in a circle of quiet
comfortableness.
As steps continue to be taken in the privacy of their
minds and hearts, knowing when they leave patterns of
music behind, heading home, a silent, but lively feel-
ing of love between them unfolding within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem