I miss the random caresses and cuddles of yours,
miss the whisper of your voice against my lips
the consummating glare you send, in the crowd
a silent promises of pleasure and jolly...
the need in you oh so evident!
and then i simply surrender...
Aye lover where are you?
for I miss your follies and kisses...
the storm hails from my sadness...
The pain of missing you is so much physical!
ah love, come for me from the other world
and show me the stars and moon!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The song of a lorn heart/good one! !