Petals on a table
Deep crimson and cream
A passing a recall
Back to a dream
Two strangers crossing
An innocent smile
A shy hello
Stopping awhile
A stolen kiss
From quivering lips
Such wanting, not daring
Nothing unzips
But a promise of tomorrow
The rendezvous.
Interlacing, trembling
Me with you.
Moments purloined
Seizing then Sighing
A sorrow on parting
Then back to the lying.
A duty, a promise
To always be true
Two spouses of innocence
Marred by me and you.
Petals on a table
Now withered and dry
A remembrance of
A love passed by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
precious things that seem to reminds moments passing by..... very nice
Thanks Manonton.