It's nice to be in love again - to daydream all day through!
To think ahead, that moment when you first say, 'I love you! '
You're getting on quite famously, exchanging jokes and such,
Yet all the time, impatiently, you yearn to reach and touch!
To stroke her hair, caress her cheek, kiss eyelids, lips and hands...
Of course, these feelings aren't unique - each lover understands...
'Is she THE ONE? ' you ask your heart which beats the faster now?
You hate each time she must depart! The heartache hurts - and how!
The weekends hurt the most of all! They're sixty hours alone!
If only you could make that call! Alas, she has no phone!
To email her seems quite absurd! And so, you bide your time -
You'll wait until the spoken word, like prose and precious rhyme!
Her beauty grows each passing day! Her smiles are precious, too!
Yes, pretty soon, you'll have to say those three words, 'I love you! '
If God gave you the perfect rose and perfume sweet as myrrh,
To symbolise the love that grows, please give them both to her...
DENIS MARTINDALE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem