Kiss me once more, my dear
Before we end the night
With our heads on the pillows
Embace me with a confidence
That you'll be beside me for eternity
Oh. how lonely the nights are without you
As I, sometimes, caress yr shirt
And feel yr soft fragrance against my body
This solitude is torturing my being
For the many nights I had to hold myself
As you were absent
However, I shall wait to make love to you
Underneath the silken sheets
Until then, I'll dance alone
LeeAnn, you have so very well conveyed the feelings associated with solitude. Cohen would be proud!
This solitude is torturing my being. Marvellous
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Solitude is really very hard to bear when a loved one is away nicely painted in this lovely poem revered LeeAnn.