Quiet times, often succeed,
To leave my fortressed heart ajar—
Granting access in measured increments
To precious times kept locked within,
To re-live you naked on my skin
I would never trade those days
- You led a gala cavalcade,
Of endless fashion on parade.
Toes done-down in hoedown brown
Cycling through to mossy avenues
Promptly renew anthuriums bloom,
I love your lovin' in the morning.
I love your lovin' without warning
I love I once shone in your eyes.
In quiet times, you rise to mind
In quiet times, when you were mine
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Alto. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks