(Monday, June 30,2008)
Canvass, paints and brushes are set aside,
And allow myself to sit at the glass window tonight;
No more warm blooded roaming around,
Except the stray cat that runs the ground...
I heard soft music being played,
And the glimpse of moonlite mellowed my face;
Whispered to myself...'ah...I'm tired...tired of being alone I begin to long',
For a warmth of LOve that will ignite again my soul...
Ah...when will HE come again in my life,
To hold me close and wrap me tight;
When will I feel my heart go trembling with my ears and cheeks blushing,
When will I hear again a whisper at the back of my ear;
When will I taste a gentle, passionate kiss,
That will burn me with tears...?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem