Treasure Island

Benyamim Tsedaka

I Am Coming Tonight

Tonight, tonight,
Tonight my love,
I am coming, Oh Please'
Wait for me,
Keep the smile
on your face.

To you,
Tonight I am coming
On sundown,
Also yesterday,
I begged you
To wait.

Your face
Will be brightened'
Will be lightening,
For my coming.

Come to me,
Not in a day,
Not today,
But tonight.

When I kiss you
Your cheek is wet;
Not from sadness,
but from the dew,
Fresh to my touch,
Pink to my glance,
In the cold night,
In the narrow world
of containing us.

So we came
that night,
For not knowing,
For founding the feeling
Of not knowing,
Not knowing
What true love is.

Submitted: Sunday, September 25, 2005
Edited: Friday, July 27, 2007
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