Oh, darling! My darling!
I'm very sorry I have left.
Forgive me for not being deft,
For months ago, I made my plans,
Now I consider these lengthy spans.
You run across my field of dreams,
In day, you pull at my hearts seams.
Of course darling, always in mind
You are, on this torturous grind.
I love you, I love you my dove!
I could never say it enough.
(July 2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem