I await
in sittingroom
awaiting you come
with the boisterous chest
but you do not come
until day
so I do repeatedly
with the boisterous chest
but you do not come
until my hand tremble
jolt heart
in my chest
do not willing to desist
until you come
very nice man, tense as if you cant wait for the chance to see the object of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes the wait for love can be long and nerve racking, good ink