I'm sitting here and you are sitting there,
You're telling me what's happened since we met,
And I am happy for I love to share
All aspects of your busy life. And yet -
Rebellious fingers yearn to stroke your face,
Rebellious mind strays from your argument
And dwells instead on thoughts of your embrace
And memories of what our kisses meant.
I try to concentrate, but cannot find
Much aptitude for logic when you're near.
Oh, darling, surely you can read my mind?
You're sitting there and I am sitting here
Just longing for the moment when you'll say,
With outstretched arms, 'You're rather far away.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem