When...

you ask me
... if i rub my nose
to beautiful
Blossoming rose
... if i exchange lips
with adorable nymphs

i hold your hands
i reach out
to kiss your lips
stillness i feel
only you could tell
moment keeps
both our minds dance

you smile with a sigh
remain quiet
leaning on me
wrapping your hands
we become a unit

by Manonton Dalan

Comments (1)

To hear artificial intelligence used to read a favorite poem is shocking and offensive. Surely you understand that poetry requires a human's voice, not a soulless imitation of one.