Whose lips were on mine
on that night?
I could not see
for there was no light.
Whose hands were on my waist
on that night?
I could not tell,
I had lost my sight.
And my other senses
lay quite still.
The blanket was turned down
and I felt the chill.
I wondered what part of me
would now be touched?
Whose head lay pillowed on my breast?
I now could feel
the hair on his chest.
And then I knew
who kissed my lips,
touched my waist,
whose head was placed
on my breast on that night.
‘Twas you my love
‘twas you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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