Tips of your fingers,
brush my hair,
i open my eyes,
to rose and lavender smells,
You hands, long, pink and white,
bangles and charms, chime and tinkle,
rush of blood, a smile and a blush,
as your finger touch takes care of my plight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short but deep and expressive. Lovely. Thanks.