A moment, a minute, a lifetime
Oh how I long for thee!
In the quiet places of my heart
And in the bustling streets of art
In verdant sunny gardens, while I walk
Through velvety nights, oh so dark
Oh how I long for thee!
To drink the wine of you lips,
Instead of mortal food
To be clay, caressed in your hands
And inhale your aroma, that would be good
While my fingers linger and rest
Oh how I long for thee!
When the mind ponders anew
What brings me to you
And my soul sings a song
That tells me how we belong
Oh how I long for thee!
Anita, what a wonderful poem filled with love and waiting. Loved the rhythm of this poem. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
Lovely sentiments expressed here. Good poem. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A most excellent, and very well crafted, Thank you for posting