You know, 
I miss
those quiet moments
sitting in your company, 
the darkness hiding us from the mundane world outside.
I listen, 
the cadence of your voice 
echoing through the corridors of my soul.
Your voice caresses me, 
as real as your hands on my skin.
And I sit, 
enchanted, 
breathlessly caught in the web of your spell.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Write comment. Such a beautiful poem, Elizabeth. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks