You were beautiful tonight.
I hope you will not take offense
but as we sat and talked,
I watched those soft pink lips
and desired nothing but to kiss them.
And so this night has failed its task,
for instead of alleviating my desire to see you,
and allowing me to sleep soundly this night,
I lie awake here, writing, and wishing
only to see you again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem