I hope the spring brings
me back my sweet flower
now far away in Juneau, Alaska.
My garden will wither without you
roses and dahlias will ask for you.
I have been waiting eagerly
for your long kisses and hugs,
the hugs that send shivers
down my spine and black me
out every time in your arms.
While I wait, I sing songs
as if you were singing to me
feeling immense love.
Now alone in my bed I lie. I hear
the maddening click-click of the clock,
and look at the Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec's
painting hanging on my bed room wall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ravi, such a lovely write👍👍👍