The feel is poignant in the night.
At the dim light that this Iphone emits,
Barely he sees the keypad,
But he feels to write to
this unearthly beauty
versed in his breaths,
Spoken by his words,
Thought of by his mind,
Held dear by his heart,
And smooched by his skin.
Her beauty overflows
through his wistful eyes,
Desire streamed by passion
touches the inner depths of hers,
And he is defeated to relinquish
His words so scarce to describe
What is indescribable.
Such beauty that ever affects
Lies always at his inner pulse,
At the deep within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem