</>Can i rest my head
against your breast
and feel you beating
through your chest
Will take your hands
and reach into my soul
sculpt then craft
and make a mold
then fill it with something
more precious than gold
You cant see it
or touch it
or grab a hold
It sure doesnt smell
and its hard to describe
money cant buy it
or receive it through bribes
it doesn't make a sound
but it fractures my senses
on hearing her say
with no false pretenses
I Love you my Charmer
your song reached my heart
space time and distance
couldn't keep us apart
So fill me that mold
and don't spill a drop
may your Love last forever
and never ever stop
...R4R
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You sure do tell a vivid tale.