Lay your head upon my breast.
Listen to the beat of my heart.
It throbs intensely for it knows
if you should ever depart
that it will quiet down and never feel
how it felt before
when your head lay pillowed on my breast
and never wanted for more.
It was enough to love you then
but not enough I know
to lose that feel of you, sweet love
with the fear that you might go.
No pleasurable pursuit can there ever be
if I travel east or west
to compare with how we always were
with your head upon my breast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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