I look at you, no words are said,
your cheeks take on a tinge of rouge.
Moist lips now speak their silent words,
come closer, and they whisper more,
the promise that was never made
flows in a trickle from the corners of your mouth,
I shall not waste another beat,
be still my heart, our kisses are for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Herbert! Nice write! Short but sweet, keep em coming! * 10 *! ! ! Thad