Like melted butter
Like sticky honey
Like sand between fingers I became.
Like wind through grass
Like birds in the sky
Like I falling snowflake
I became.
Like a pulsing heart
Like a consuming fire
Like a lady in love
I became.
Like a contented sigh
Like the moon at night
Like everything perfect
I became.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
NIce love poem, Ellen