Cold hands upon a warm back, fingers tracing a narrow track.
Lips upon neck and face, sensations in memory that never erase.
Eyes flashing, hearts crashing, don't be afraid.
Brows creasing, pulses never ceasing, I shall come to your aide.
Take my hand and never let me go. Only in your arms do I ever know.
Love divides the weak and the strong.
My head upon your chest is where I belong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem