Here I am sitting here and my mind is of you,
Painting me a beautiful picture of colours I love
There is something about you that intoxicates me,
The thought of Tuscany will come close and near,
Yet I have yet to meet you and touch lips, your skin.
I feel you’re close then you think and so it’s so clear
Talking to you I feel in my heart we will fit like a glove.
Talking to you I know I have to let go and let you in.
So hear my heart, touch my soul and let it grow into love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem