Will I always be here?
Waiting, wanting
Time stops…
And I will wait
Only you exist here
I’m lying here
Innocence still intact
Feeling like your slave
Will I always be here?
Living as you own me
Living just by the sight of you
The touch of you
Passion burns inside of me
Will you be here when the clock starts to tick again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice passionate and romantic poem Melissa, but it seemed to me that there was just a hint of sadness and doubt in there too. Thanx for sharing, Melissa. Barbara