Today I woke up
and did not want to get out of my bed.
I wished he were with me giving me
morning kisses and asking me what were my dreams.
I stayed in the bed for a long time thinking
how warm and soft his hands would be
how would his kisses be like
how would his eyes look when he looked at me
how would I curl up with his arms around me
and listen to his heart beats...
Then I imagined we were sitting next to the
fountain in the garden full of fragrant breeze.
I feel wonderfully well when I think of him
I hear little bells ringing in my heart
I feel like bouncing in the air
I smile for no apparent reason and feel
I am half-asleep half-awake all day long.
He is not with me now.
Oh God! how would it be when he is with me!
Would I faint and he would resuscitate me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem