When you dream
Of a lovely, long skirt
And a soft, white blouse;
When you’re mesmerized
By feminine eyes
That turn their gaze
Away from your face
Until you become
Child-like and sad;
When the slightest words,
Even of consternation,
From her bird-like voice
Is the greatest music
You’ve ever heard,
Then you realize
You’re sweetly drunk
And always in love.
How delicious Uriah. It is marvellous to be drunk with happiness. Delightful poem, nice flow. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of course, I can't possibly imagine what 'sweetly drunk' means ;) but I for one am delighted that you are such a hopeless romantic, drunk or not. Cheers!