Nights like this produces charms
Of your grace in my heart;
For night after night have I been in your arms
But the light of morn tears you and me apart
Trickles of your kisses still lingers on my lips,
And not even torrents of rain
Can erase your touch from my fingertips
Yet the morning light revamps the pain
Of knowing that your lips in daylight
Have never been mine to kiss,
And what I ravish with relish at night
By dawn of day I will have to miss.
How I wish there was no day
So my soul won't feel the pain
Of having to wake your love away
But just nights to dream again and again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem