When these melancholic melodies melt into
soundless silence,
And your sorrows slip into sweetness
I'd be at the distance of your pleasure pines to
make the difference
But if by then am no longer a match
I wouldn't force your gaze my sight to catch
For I would wind away, into the skies of
forgetfulness
Till you again long for my sensual sweetness
Sweetly melancholic at first then slips into the pleasure pines so naturally! A sensual and enticing poem. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Roseann for reading through. Would love to see more of your wonderful comments.