The woven web wavers as softly blown glass
Lace does so embrace the visual impaired past
And what pray tell me does desirous soul mean
A face carefully smiling, silky shaven clean
A youth you once knew within your wrinkle less days
Who smiled in adoration, where memorabilia lay
So lost is the scent the moment and touch
Just a mild distant mind kiss
That reminds one of such
Exuberance, exhilaration
Where stomaches leapt and danced cumulous buds
And a mere back thought created heart thuds
So distant are the hearts strings he so elegantly played
As he travelled pon blue moons
Whilst I.... just staid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(Reminiscing first love...or was it mere infatuation) a woman is many thing in love but never thought of as the one thing...a heart which beats and plays a tune...from early morn to late noon...women get involved so young with a running heart...God bless them...you are wise in your thinking karen...i could hold your hand as if you were reading this to me...stay the good woman you are no matter what...your write is well taken....ty kwane..565