Leaves blow around on the autumn streets,
The air is brisk but filled with romance
Like a lover whispering secrets to his lady
And breathing softly upon her neck.
Walking in the park you asked me,
“Is love real and does it only come once? ”
I told you, “For some, it never arrives,
For some, it never survives,
But I’m holding your hand now
And will hold it for eternity.”
No one has loved you like I do,
Kissing your breasts in the candlelight,
Caressing your shoulders in the shimmering night,
Gently laying your skirt at the foot of the bed.
Very poignant and very beautiful. Romance is always alive and well in your exceptional poems. Take care, Uriah. Kindest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
FINELY DETAILED WORK AS PER YOUR USUAL...Well placed Imagery is spot-on where it counts & compliments...Fine Penning, Uriah''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR