shadow kisses in the dark;
now our feet have left the floor.
and in the magic of the moment,
you're all that I adore.
what once we thought the world -
pale and fragile in the dawn of our awakening -
no longer looks or sounds the same;
stars melt in passion's wake and smiling angels sing.
love is not a thing etched easily in words,
for souls that rise and soar on blissful wings
cannot be tethered by the mortal and mundane,
nor made to suffer the needs of such petty things.
be not thus enamored so of words,
but rather, into eyes gaze far and long,
for these be not windows so much as living psalms -
the soul unmasked in divine dance to the rhythm of our hearts' song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem