Last night I fell asleep eager, longing to
meet you again in the morning. I awoke to
birds chirping and leaves of the trees
rustling in the wind.
You were still asleep. I watched you for a
moment, hoping your eyes would open, so we
I watched on whilst my heart was pounding,
sinking, thinking... You are my clarity,
my life, my hopes, my fears, my infinity.
Before you arrived I was carefree and happy
and now...your interference has left the
Are you real?
That moment has left me and nothingness
hasn't come to be.
Maybe you are mine and maybe we'll be plural
You turn towards me, but still asleep, I weep.
I want you.
Shall I steal a kiss?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem