It was a new feeling something more
than we had dared to own before.
Which then we did not hide;
We saw it in each other's eye,
And wished, in every half breathed sigh,
To speak, but did not.
She felt my lips impassioned touch
It was the first time I dared so much,
And yet she chide not;
But whispered over my burning brow,
Do you doubt I love you now? '
Sweet soul! I did not.
Warmly I felt her bosom quiver,
I pressed it closer, closer still,
Though gently bid not;
Until the world has seldom heard
Of lovers, who so nearly erred,
And yet, who did not.
Then I woke up, It was...
just a dream of the way I wanted love to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem