There's a spark from one eye to another.
There's a certain twinkle I long to see.
It may always be just a spark, just a twinkle.
But my heart will hold onto that one bit of warmth.
Someday when it's cold out,
and I haven't seen your twinkling eye for a long time...
maybe more years that I care to think of now,
I'll take that little bit of warmth out of it's secret place.
On that day I won't remember the rushed days and empty nights.
I'll remember a twinkle from a dear, dear eye
and my own twinkling reply.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good twinkling. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.