You know,
I miss
those quiet moments
sitting in your company,
the darkness hiding us from the mundane world outside.
I listen,
the cadence of your voice
echoing through the corridors of my soul.
Your voice caresses me,
as real as your hands on my skin.
And I sit,
enchanted,
breathlessly caught in the web of your spell.
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a beautiful poem, Elizabeth. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks