Open are my windows.
Come my lover.
He comes in the secret night
to my window to look at me in innocence.
Dreaming of rosy soft kisses
full of fragrance and innocence
as the lilies in his hand
i lie bare only for my lover.
(Graphic: http: //41.media.tumblr.com/aba8282b728bc245a4ce57c3369ebae9/tumblr_mwpt2z8EhS1soa1g8o1_500.jpg)
(This was published in Micropoet under the name of my beloved mother Genova Maaa who passed away at the young age of 38. I published for a long time under this second name. i write to keep her memory alive as long as i live) .
Beautiful and sensitive poem... That eternal wait to be with the love of life is bliss. Lovely sharing 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem that kindled reader's emotion