your glance was the water to my withering heart -
singing were your eyes.
the touch of your fingers was the dew on the
crest of my longing.
your voice was the pollinating essence to my spirit -
sweet was your breath.
the taste of your mind was the April rain to the
ready soil of my desires.
refreshing is your love; refreshing is your love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the taste of your mind was the April rain to the ready soil of my desires....love and romance, , , , , , , , , full of feeing and desire and wishes for fulfillment in love....... thank you dear poet. tony