City Park and a path of flowers at dusk,
The dream-inducing night;
I’m in love, I’m in love
With her Christmas heart
And wait for her to meet me
A quarter past midnight.
In a primitive motel,
We’ll rest from the highway,
I’ll remove her necklace
And kiss the nape of her neck;
I’ll remove her glasses
And kiss her delicate eyes
Of inner vision,
She is all I desire to see.
'her christmas heart..a quater past midnight' it is the unexplained that i like about this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wanted more description. Doesn't satisfy the reader, sweetheart. Great opening, to a possible narrative - love, sjg xx