In winter's snowy drifts
Under the shawl of twillight
We walked, hand in hand, clasped and cold,
Glistening.
I could not tell the stars in the sky
From your bright eyes.
To kiss your gentle neck
And hold you.
I told you, on the vapour of my breath,
Or would have,
If fear never overtook me
On Restigouche Road.
And even now, I cant find that final
Heart-turning word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a really sweet poem, I can't believe i didn't make a comment on this one a long time ago. lol oh well. In love with you my Patrick.