Words mingle and melt when I think of you…
Yet their sentiments remain…
And suddenly, when you come into view,
I'm thinking those words once again…
And the closer you get, the more I love…
And to hold your hand seems divine…
Yet even this is never enough,
Until your kisses are mine…
How can I share the lady I love?
She's beautiful if free…
As gentle as a precious dove,
She means that much to me…
So I must do my level best…
As if to play a part,
As if she were my noble quest…
Life's meaning to my heart…
Yet should she, one day, say good-bye…
No more to see her face…
I know a part of me will die…
At the parting of our ways…
That's why I must reveal the truth,
My heart upon my sleeve
And every day to offer proof,
With no thoughts to deceive…
Words mingle and melt when I think of you…
Yet their sentiments remain…
And suddenly, when you come into view,
I'm thinking those words once again…
And the closer you get, the more I love…
And to hold your hand seems divine…
Yet even this is never enough,
Until your kisses are mine…
Denis Martindale April 2020.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem