Look beyond the shoulders to the eyes,
Windows of the soul and the seer of lies,
Lips to touch so soft and lush,
Whispers secrets often.
Ears to listen, hidden in hair,
Burn when cold and tingle when care.
Hands to hold, so gentle in mine,
To guide you in a straight line.
A nose to smell, a perfume so fine,
An arm to link, entwined in mine
A neck to kiss, so soft and white,
The last thing you see when you turn out the light,
A smile to see, all day long,
Things that are, things that might,
Until the tide turns in a gasp of sea flight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem! Sweet and delicated! Karla