you say it is love
and you touch the world
saying it is love
it is love
you give what gesture
is there in gentleness
begging
worshiping
kneeling so that you may
take love in
return
all that this world
can give you
is the usual
quizzical look
unable to accept what you
have to offer
still asking you: is it love?
is it really love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem