WONDERFUL DANCE

Like a dance
of quarreling lovers,
you turn your back to me
and start to walk away.

I come after you,
touch your shoulder,
you  push  my hand
to the side
but still, 
I pull you close to me

until your entirety goes inside of me
where you're put back
to fill in my hollow heart.

Then,
we breathe as one.

Let's join the rhythm
of passion:
Let's clasp our hands,
raise them up to the sky;
let's slide, walk and slide again
to the beat of the rain
dropping on the windowpane.

O how sweet is the reconciliation
after being pinched by the cold breeze
caused by teardrops.

O how wonderful it is
to dance
the waltz of quarreling lovers.