Only nineteen fresh from school when first I saw you
years later with stones in my shoes and mirthful mistakes
Chateau Margaux still undrunk allegory of a dream yet unfulfilled
it’s all in your eyes the gods keep them flowing in bloody Bordeaux
those eyes immortal housekeepers of love eternal to see
thus you got me pouring those eyes into my soul and washed me clean
All those years from Ugochi in Swedish the first cry of Erik
Connecticut Storrs you picked up the straws interior decorate
graduated Brock in clinical psyche the world in your lap
rose in learning molecules my pals mountaintop in sight
Onyema in ascent to Ibadan we climb Ikem our rope
Professor of psyche your shoes sit well mine liquid stones
your life an ocean your eyes on the floor the pearls of my soul
then take leave shoreless sea keep me afloat on rafts of your eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem says alot