To lie with you and love you
To caress you only
With my eyes
Whilst beside me,
You sleep.
To be lulled by the music
Of your breath
And enchanted by the incense
Of your essence.
Are your stirrings and
Slumber-softened smiles
Dreams of me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the ending to this, Michael; what a lovely picture!