When comfortable silence,
breeds passionate quiet.
A soft gesture and fervent eyelids.
Of scents that are private.
A lust that is timeless.
A taste ideal and delectably bias.
A feeling sublime,
of spirit body and mind.
A bond that laughs at space and time.
When loyalty and trust,
meets honesty unjust.
A bond that still laughs at such.
When a memory so deep,
or so dark, or so sweet,
of heart strong, or heart meek,
without poems, without sleep,
with no topic no stand-up no journal to weep,
takes you home, to the garden,
when you're gone, is your peace?
That's what love is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This a lovely poem