When she kisses me
I wish it were your lips I were kissing
When she touches me
I wish it were your hands I’m feeling
When she whispers into my ear
It’s you whom I hear
When I say I love you
It’s you I wish I was telling
When I wake at first light
It’s your face I hope I’m seeing
When we had our first fight
It’s your fist I felt on my face
You love me I know, so does she
But she’s not enough, she ain’t you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem