You I wish to touch and hold near.
It is you in my mind and heart,
I consume with a desired taste.
But I fear you will object to the heat of my passion.
And since I am old fashioned...
And hesitate to waste a movement embraced,
Sought to be taken without a moment in wait.
To make a later date.
Silent are my whispers!
Although quick,
I wish...
For you to accept my probing hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem