my feet are lost
my mind confused
from the touch
of the man who had all to lose
and yet I crave
a lust so deep
a scene to save
to inspire the leap
the music dies
my life in show
my soul sighs
the loneliness grows
He saved me
He calls me
He loves me,
and is all I see
around me is bare,
what holds me to stay?
the cry to care,
to continue the affray
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I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem but so perplex. I understand because I feel this way after making love to my lover, maurice