I miss thee my beautiful girl,
your face, your eyes, your lips,
i long for thy touch, I long for
those lips, I long to press my
lips to your own and fill me
with sparks, I long for the words
you speak, the words that
speak to my heart, my heart
soars for you, eyes that glisten
like the oceans beautiful blue
waves, all I want, all I need, what
I long for is you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thy poems wouldst be better if you didn't resorteth to a hokey faux Shakespearean dialect.