I am longing to see your face,
To all the places that I left a trace.
How can I feel your presence, when you're not even here.
It's like a miracle, how things just suddenly disappear.
Our touch is only just a mystery,
As for all things are just a part of ancient history.
To your nose, then eventually to your lips,
It's more than anything how one kiss can create bliss.
But it was only a dream, and sadly our first date.
Life can be strange, so please let me reiterate.
We were together, and that was something that I always desire, but
Unfortunately, it's too late, for a dream had to inspire.
To the girl that bothered me the most,
I guess you were the parasite, and I was the host.
For you were my Tinkerbell, and I was your Peter Pan.
I guess there are just things in life in which we will never understand.
lovely passionate poem/// enjoyed //// Luscious on touching! Delicious! Oh! Heart rending in departure! Come to me, my pair of lips from the harem of soul yes, be more closed and touch slowly to glue free….. //// creating kiss! // nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reshad, such a lovely poem.......................