Thirst Poem by Nastasimir Franovic

Your breast is like two full moons.
Two full buds.
At the end of your curling hair, I feel my heart sobbing for your love.
I am so unhappy in my longing.
I look into your eyes, thirsty for love.
In those two clear springs of yours.
And you are so young and pure in soul.
It's so much for you to give me even one day.
A loser has nothing to give you.
A beggar would remain unworthy of your love.
And if this word should come from your lips, what would I do?
Would I touch those two full moons?
No, my heart would not stop sobbing even then.

Nastasimir Franovic