If my soul were the whitest rose,
It could never be white enough;
If my heart were an amber stone,
It couldn't hold in its amber cup
Enough days and ways to tell you
All the things that you mean to me-
But I try to tell you with my kiss,
And the way that my body quakes..
Such depth covering any doubts a love would ever have about their lady fair.... and the passions just on fire Great love poem. I have saved this one... It is above a 10 Jim Troy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic first stanza Second stanza is writtten in a different tone, still very poetic. Overall good poem, Patti.