I drink my morning coffee, and there you are.
It always happens just then.
My whole world, it stops
and all I see is your face.
No light, no colour, no darkness, no shade -
just an endless you.
So vast and beautiful,
I catch my breath and I am blinded by the sight.
My coffee is cold.
and even as I put the mug to my lips
with a shaking hand,
you're still in my mind -
yet still so distant and unattainable
I thirst for you.
I leave the house.
I start my car.
I go to work.
I dream of you.
This is a lovely love poem... You've got a very interesting style of putting your thoughts in very concrete form...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful expression and flow. I'd give this a 10.