Come my lover, come to me.
I am Waiting for you anxiously.
Where are you my love?
Don't you see that my heart heaves for you.
Don't you see that I sit here
day and night thinking of you.
Where are you my sailor?
Where are you?
When you are in the ship
in the mighty waters
there is a soul waiting for you always.
I pray in this silent moods
Lord, protect my lover.
He is your gift for my poor soul.
No, my eyes shall never be tired.
My heart' eye sees you in the
innermost cave of my heart.
Come my lover, come to me.
(graphic: Canadian artist Danielle Richard paints a world of beauty. The Quebec City resident is a mother of five and focuses on the feminine; often painting women or girls by lakes, next to rivers or surrounded by nature) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the saddest part of posting poetry is you spend ages finding such a lovely gal compose want her to come to you whole hardheartedly and you see only one guy has read thee in ages and to thank him you also did not bother none came again. I went to Quebec to see she was an exquisite old lady kids 5 I didn't see