There isn't much
That can cause this.
Not even a sensual touch
From an actress.
Just talking
Sets me on fire.
Your voice is taking
Me higher.
I thought this was gone
Bunt I was wrong.
I thought it was done
Because it'd been so long.
Your words
Are like knives.
Striking chords
Of our lives.
You make my heart pound
Like no one else.
Nobody has found
My correct pulse.
I'm not who I was
And neither are you.
But twas
Just as true.
Even after the conversation
Does end,
I still can't find traction
On my mind.
You set my soul
Ablaze.
My heart was stole
Because you've had the keys.
You don't know I've written
This for you.
You've still got me smitten
Through and through.
My heart is
On fire.
And this
Is not coming from a liar.
My mind is racing
My heart is pounding.
The thought of you is killing
And resounding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My mind is racing My heart is pounding. The thought of you is killing And resounding. love and passion in full swing. thank you dear poet. tony