In you my love finds its saturation,
where your spirit pierces into my deepest soul,
where constantly I do know of your beauty
and you do take me far past normal yearning
but for my own deep secret passion,
you do remain in every way my antidote
where your femaleness comes from a mystical source,
with true love as in the Godly Scripture
where you let me be the human that I am
and I do always read love and comprehension in your eyes
but about your deep secrets I can never guess,
just sometimes they are perceptible in your razor-sharp spirit,
where I do always know and have not got to suspect:
we are both humans of flesh and blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem