I’ve lost count of how many 
days it’s been since our
eyes last met, shyly exchanging a 
wishful gaze, 
perfectly innocent and pure, 
bursting with grace and honestly, 
faith and love and desire, 
glorious passion
glowing radiantly from our eyes, 
dancing and flying through the air in
ribbons and wisps of smoke.
As your eyes met mine, in that
tiny, blissful moment where the 
world contained 
nothing but the 
sand and sea, the
sun and the sky, 
the Westerly breeze and, 
you and I, our
love connected and there was an 
almighty, crashing explosion of 
colour as our thoughts
erupted silently into one.
Upon this realisation, no 
words were spoken.
No words were needed, 
for the fact that my 
gaze had caught you 
staring too meant more than
anything you could have said.
No matter how many days go by, 
I will always remember that
perfect moment in which our
wandering hearts met, 
shyly expressing their feelings through a
magnificent display of 
colourfully emotional
fireworks.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow...this poem is so full of imagery...An excellent depiction of how a first meet of loves experience exploded the hearts emotions.. 10++......Sue