The amber heat that pricks the night
to the cigarette you hold so tight
glows and lights your eyes tonight.
And how could I not love you now?
It's only me your arms surround.
And so faithfully, you hold me tight
but is it him I want tonight?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great stuff like this can only come from real passion! You put it well on paper, yet another caper!