I look at a picture of you
and at times feel
as forever I am smitten
by your beauty,
the glance in your eyes
and the soft pink gloss of your lips
and I hold it in my fingertips
and a faint smell of perfume
takes me back
almost twenty years
and maybe I am a fool
but the kiss on the back
still has its magic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem