Waiting From You For Just A Kiss Poem by Vasil Marku

I cannot satiate you with a few word specks
But you cannot come in freely with big words…
You know I can't move as crooked only for your sake
It seems that I wound hardly my fragile soul
And if I look so downwards, I fear that I'll glide
If I would release your hand, I fear that of miss you, right?
Oh, I would like to see the blue in each other's eye
Even if the night had to go without touching your breast sky
However, It's of spirits work, and it's not so easy like this…
And like an Albanian, I only sing and never cry…
Waiting from you for just a kiss…