Beautiful lover, oh passionate one,
Oh, how I miss your love.
The way we kissed, and laughed and played.
Oh how I miss your caress and your ways.
My gentle one, sweet southern man,
I miss your voice and seductive breath.
Oh if just once I could confess,
My love for you still lives
And in my heart, beneath my breast,
I know someday we’ll meet.
Oh what to do, and what to say?
My love for you still lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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