It is the melody I hear in the silence of the night
When wreathing in his hold you take the passionate flight
It soothes my heart getting a feel of being cared
With each passing moments bit by bit your secret lay bared
Like a wisp of essence you get lost into his desire
Your tender heart no more suffers in the heat of youth's fire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem