I touch the sacred place
Where you bent and kissed my face,
And sunlight motes
Drift softly through your scent.
I don't know what you said
When you stroked my sleeping head,
But my heart still holds
Your whisper as you went.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a perfect poem.Bless you both. Thee emotion is there and all the poetics is there!