On this cold December day I remain warm
With the thought of seeing you again
I feel passions fire surging inside me
Like a river running throughout
I lay in wait to touch and hold you again
To smell and kiss and love you in our way
The hours and seconds taunt me
Yet the same excite
Soon my love will be near and I to her
Until then I wait
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful, embracing piece, Damon! Well done!