I close my eyes
And think of him.
I open my eyes;
He is standing there
As always, in my mind.
One night
I thought I saw him.
On opening the door
To the garden,
There he was.
He is not here,
But I feel him
Ever so near;
His breath on mine,
Our touch, so divine...
I close my eyes
And think of him.
I open my eyes;
He is near,
He is here..I feel...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem, very good write.