Hold me close inside your heaving chest,
And let me listen to the friction of those
Gray pebbles inhabiting your heart.
I'll extract gold from the crown of Apollo
For piercing impenetrable darkness,
Mourning on the air between us.
Green pines above the soiled core of earth,
Crave for that comfortable sweetness
Your violin plays through midnight breeze.
Believe me darling, it's still not late
To look for Cupid's secret chalice, that
Sleeps in a forgotten fragment of your soul.
Your violin plays through midnight breeze. - violin music is always inspiring, any time of life!
Me too going back in twenties again......Loved it, Loved it and Loved it...........
Your love poem makes me young again but for sure at my age it's too late lovely to read! -10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Hold me close'! And love me. Nice piece.