I chase the waves but they can’t be caught,
Keeping still is the hardest part.
I long for your hands to cup my face,
To stroke my hair, to just embrace.
I look for your lips to touch with mine,
And wonder when it will be the time.
Flood me with your love as I wait,
And let it wash over me as the waves.
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...I hope it all happens for you Jane. Hope you don't mind me not calling you Queen. My pathological hatred of british royalty would be a good reason?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
totally romantic and i sure can feel the waves as a person...