it is dark
the only light getting in
thru an open window
is the moonlight
naked you lay in bed
waiting for me
i undress myself
now is the presentation of all the truth
i have
you wait for my embrace
as blood rushes to my face
i love you i know
but tonight i will not say it
i let all my actions speak
tenderly to your receptions
do not say the words
i do not need them tonight
Yeah, sometimes Actions speaks so much greater then words, and so does this poem too.. and a lucky girl.. I must say...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Accessible. And as pure as one's nakedness shows. Bare and ready to be slaughtered by love.