Did I ever tell you?
That every time you laugh with me,
Warm, invisible fluid fingers
caress and tickle me?
That when I close my eyes in sleep,
I enter the doorway of our past
where you forever beckon me
to come and love you again?
Did I ever tell you?
That your song is my breath of life,
the pulse that keeps me alive?
Your song is a balm,
that bandages my aching heart.
Did I ever tell you?
that your touch, charged with kinetic energy
sends my five senses into a constant orbit?
That your laughter plays hide and seek
between the strings of my soul?
Did I ever tell you?
that your side of the bed
remains unmade since you left?
By the way; did I ever tell you
that I’d marry you again,
if you asked me to?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hale, I have picked this poem for a comment, but I have read four of yours today, and each is very good. Each has an interesting theme and excellent images. Each flows beautifully. I'm happy to have found them. Larry Beck