Your eyes, my love, are an open book
Where I can read the contents of your soul
I cannot see your eyes
Your body, so expressive, speaks its own language
A carnal patois more lovely, to me, than any other
I cannot touch your body
Your kiss, so tender, sets my heart ablaze
Each beat fanning the flames throughout my being
I cannot kiss your lips
Your words, well written, have power that you know not
Like a puppeteer pulling at my emotions and thoughts
For now, your words are all I have
Alas, your words cannot look into my eyes, nor kiss my lips
Words cannot hold themselves against me, nor physically enter me
My thoughts and emotions are left dangling from your words
Because I need you in the flesh to grasp you completely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
proximity is a wonderful thing...