I close my eyes.
And when I do,
Nothing I have heard you say...
To have said,
Stays in my head to keep it...
Memorable to believe.
Visually...
You are beautiful.
And appealing in the latest fashions.
Your hair and what you wear,
Are images of perfection.
That is a fact.
When you enter a room,
Attention you attract.
To entrap captured.
But a feeling that you mean anything,
To me you wish it felt...?
I close my eyes and when I do,
It is as if I am still waiting...
For whatever it is to connect,
That has yet to arrive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem