I have your flowers, I have your words…
your beautiful poems you bestow on me
I have your presents, I have your books
your photos and your non-stop generosity
I have your shells, I have your ribbons
with which you tie me to you for eternity
I have your ears, I have your mouth
your kisses that you lavish on my tenderly
I have your phone calls, I have your dreams
your hands that caress me so urgently
I have your fragrance, I have your voice
in the dark hours when you whisper to me silently
I have your love, I have your whole heart
which you handed to me so easily
I have all that…and still so much more…
Yet, tonight I am alone because I do not have you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice, straight from the heart. Presents are meaningless unless you have the love to back it up.....i used to try and buy my way out of trouble, women are too smart for that! (most of them)