I savour you, slow-tongue mesmerised, in sunshine whispers
I feel your caress in the breeze that strokes my bare shoulders
I drink your words in the fragrance of our acacia blossoms
I hear you in the bird of every love song
I turn and you are simply and gloriously there
as true-blue as our skies.
(1 January 2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem