I am really longing to hold you in my warm embrace
Wearing around your lovely neck, my white necklace
Once again, I gaze upon your glowing cheeks and face
When this time we meet up at my high-rise unit place
Lovely Lahni, who is the muse in my poem and song
Come and hear with me the sounds of the currawong
With their loud calling from outdoors as they fly along
We with our fond canoodles inside my home belong
While we listen, and thank them, the currawongs sing
My loving touch and kisses to you I will surely bring
Showing these precious moments do mean something
For I say to all the world that you are my everything
Oh, let me show you how much a visit from you means
So, then I can no longer just picture you in my dreams
Whilst your face at the height of perfect passion beams
Because I feel so complete when I'm with you it seems
Once more I can hardly wait to see such a lovely sight
When we can again remind each other of Ballet Night
As we share in each and every special sensual delight
So please My Princess Lahni, do go and book your flight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whilst your face at the height of perfect passion beams Because I feel so complete when I'm with you it seems oh my princess Lahni..... book the flight........ very endearing and romantic is your poem dear friend full of feelings. thank u. tony