I await the awakening of my love
She slumbers in undreamed sleep
Held between dark and morn
The last bonds of night still hold her
Slowly slipping fetters
Fading with the dawn
In the shadowed twilight
I wait to see her stir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words well chosen for the mood and for reading aloud Jim - - this is a warm piece of romatic poetry and deserves more than ten...10 + + Fay.