These words are stuck in my throat,
They can't be written in an email or note.
My hand cramps, it's itching, dying to write,
But the words won't come out quite right.
My mouth opens to speak all that I feel,
As if all I was going to say wan't real.
My heart yearns for you to know, to understand,
What can't be said, or written by hand.
Everything that I feel, all of it, all of this,
Is etched, written, and burned, into my kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written romantic poem...how often I too have felt that way-when the words just won't come out right...