Converge with my eyes
My soul is waiting for you
I’m like a vine waiting to grow
In your sunshine above every rafter
I’m like a child filled with laughter
I’m like a willow tree…
Swayed by everything you say or do.
Converge with my eyes
My soul is waiting for you
Converge with my eyes
From head to toe
I‘m just like a hollow squash fruit
Wanting its fill…
Oh, shake a lock of ebony hair
And I’ll get shivers
Like the start of an electrical El Niño
That’ll change my hearts
Destination forever
Converge with my eyes
And my heart will be as heavy
As a golden sunflower
Ready to give up all its seeds
And celebrate what we are
Two love birds
In a paradise with moon showered hearts
Oh converge with my eyes
My soul is waiting for you
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I would like to translate this poem