So many times I touched your hand,
As mornings woke and day broke in.
Long arms the tone of finest sand,
My fingers grazed the softest skin.
So many times I heard your voice,
As midday sun rose high above.
To lie with you, I had no choice,
Seduced in full by words of love.
So many times I watched your face,
As evenings faded into night.
And always I, entranced by grace,
Was moved to kiss your lips so bright.
So many times I breathed your scent,
As midnight moon seeped through the veils.
The purest drug, my life is spent,
In a love with you that never fails.
(2004)
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www.charleswiles.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my style, exactly- hope the feeling never stops, keep writing :)