It was not body’s desire but my soul’s need
To be close to you to feel your skin
A need to bathe in warmth of your gaze
For your lips’ softness to soothe ordeals
For breeze of your sighs to turn away
All dark clouds gathered during days
Your gentle whispers to reassure
That all that we had was not unreal
Beats of your heart to dictate the pace
Of stepping into so blissful state
My trembling was to be your prize
For sweet asylum of your arms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem