Other things scramble our thoughts,
Things that don’t matter;
Pop the cork, sip the wine,
The chemistry stays no matter.
My head to your bosom,
I count your heartbeats.
You touch my hair
And I’m calm, I’m me.
We don’t need a map for where we’re going,
We’re going off the beaten track.
Age will slow but never stop us,
The chemistry stays no matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
chemistry no matter, I like it, thanks.