Five minutes to midnight with me at your door.
Five minutes to nothing.
Delightful the insight right into the core
Of moments that 'passing.
Delightful the pleasure of 'Honest, I can't
Because of your beauty! '
Desire unmeasured I instantly get,
But words are all muted.
No hands, fair play without a romance;
It's pure affection.
Whatever you say, I'll pray for a chance -
You are the Perfection!
Beautifl rendition of anticipation.The heart either leaps or breaks.Nice poem...a ten from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
10 for this lovely poem. Love it.