It lay’s in her eyes,
That misty longing for more.
It sparkles in her eyes,
That feeling I hold and adore.
It rests in my heart,
The gentle allure of her voice.
It jumps in my heart,
The knowledge that I have no choice.
It falls in her dreams
Like a rejuvenating tempest.
It whispers in her dreams
Like a tender breeze drifting west.
This is a beautiful poem. I like the construction and the flow. Lovely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice. keep writing