I long to hug you tightly
I long to kiss you softly
I long to hear your voice as we talk on the phone
I long to hold you closely when we're alone
I hope that those who bug us would go their own ways
They mess up my head with their thoughts and opinions
Being nosey should be a sin
because I don't want to let them in on what we think could be great
It could heal the past
Lets prove them wrong and make it last
That'll show them what they thought was dumb and that we rarely fought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Holly S. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.