Now we must talk, then we must meet,
And when the time's right,
But - not on the first night,
Let's hope lovers we be.
So, please do not linger,
Make my telephone ringer
Sound out to me, Dear,
That you wish to speak.
But, do not around me creep,
For the time to become lovers is near.
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 9 March 2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem