Alas-wish I may, wish I might-
Lest I shan't take in the grace of her visage tonight,
Not until I lie myself down to sleep
Do I have the same, all the while, to keep!
Fault me not, for I am wanton of such,
Naught is there to compare with her tender touch!
Though long since have I heard her Angelic voice,
It has not been for lack of want, I had not a choice!
Blessed be the one who need not respite
To drink in this beauty, so exquisite:
For it is he who may celebrate in every way
As though it were always St. Valentine's Day!
Wish this do I, for me and the one unseen-
Pondering amorously, what should have been!
Maurice Harris,14 February 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem