Within the middle of the night
your eyes speak volumes—
I've heard the messages you send
while looking silently within them.
Your touch—
It opens a yearning in my heart
a yearning to move forward
through all years yet to come.
We'll dance with rays of golden neon lights
and clouds that hang midair above us
I'll make a note to walk
but not too fast nor run
so that we might share more time together.
For your eyes speak volumes
in the thunderous call of their embrace
and I feel the beating of your heart
while you're safely in my arms
and I thank God that I can read
and have learned to understand your language.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem