I want to kiss your wrist
in the stormy rain
or hold your hair
on a ruined midnight street;
I desperately seek to walk behind you
to solemnly gaze at your feet;
I desire to become jealous of the moon
for caressing your bare shoulders in the summer night;
I will search for your perfume through a thousand cities
when your departure has lasted more than a day;
I will fall in love with you over and over again
if I simply hear someone mention your name
or if I merely see it written on a faded piece of paper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very well written love poem, Uriah. So few love poems posted here are good at all and this one is wonderful