That look, in her eyes 
painting an emotion in my mind 
that longing 
I'd reach out 
connect
in ways I could never 
speak my mind, 
hands entwining 
feeling genuine warmth, that kind she inspires 
her head resting on my shoulder
as she does 
And I cannot stop thinking 
What'd happen if I just 
gently stroked her hair, now
and tell her how much I truly adore her                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    