Thoughts talk
Of a budding flower in spring
Of waves lapping upon a beach
Of the crimson rose
The honeyed nectar
The softness of silk
Of passion and desire
Of eclipsing a moment
And becoming lost within it
Thoughts talk in prose
Wild expressive words
Odes to the beauty that is
Those lips I long to kiss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem