The time is half-eleven,
The place is in my bed,
My thoughts, they are of you dear,
Buzzing round my head
It only took a phone call,
To set my mind adrift,
To raise my expectations,
And give myself a lift.
Dispersing thoughts of loneliness,
Banishing all fear,
Though is it a crime dear,
To wish that you were hear?
To touch you and to hold you,
Enjoy your warmth, your kiss,
And your pleasant conversation,
These are the things I miss.
Though I know I'll see you Sunday,
It seems so far away,
More like another era,
Than just another day?
In spite of feeling heavy,
My eyes wander round the room,
Glimpsing your photograph,
I know you'll be here soon.
So, bye for now my darling,
As I drift off into the night,
Filled with thoughts of you dear,
My heart remains alight!
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful............. very beautiful... touching