Hypothetically
I travel to the centre of the universe.
Guessing the circumference of your heart
How a pinhole of light can shine so brightly
Cross the galaxy; hit a bullseye, like a dart
You are far too smart to divulge yourself.
And yet you are completely transparent.
Nothing is disguised or hidden.
Or embellished your love is
Mathematically, theoretically, therefore, everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem