His eyes 
They are beautiful
Blue wave washed crystal
They pierce 
His smile
It’s a retiring smile
It’s a smile to make smiles
I smile
His hands 
They are warm
They comfort, calm and hold
There Safe
I sleep 
His heart
Its kind, vulnerable and honest
It beats
Mine beats
He is him
I am me
We are us                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    