every now and then, when life's mundanity
settled itself upon my soul,
your face, always your face,
would flash once, twice and then disappear
like a butterfly that landed
and flew
before I could gaze upon her wings.
In that split second,
I held you in my arms
as something
tore
inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love forever fless and yet sustains life and the joy of live a wonderful poem