I woke up to his smile and a good morning blessing
Methinks he believed I would get up and run, but I am just guessing
I wanted not to be alone, so we talked ere dawn on the phone
But this action of such innocence took a turn not one could have known
His touch was one of daring, his kiss a simple gift given
Through all our secret nights a story so discreetly driven
What was once a gift, now an addiction plays a part:
In the nightly ritual of stealing what was not his, my heart
A truth so hopelessly blind and a beautiful love of a different kind
I find I am too afraid to leave his understanding behind
Such a grasp upon my mind I have had to wrestle with
Maybe this tragedy is one which should be but a myth……
But I love, oh how I love the stars and the moon
Mayhap the dawn will find us soon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awesome poem..I like the way its written..rhymes. and full of expression..10