Thirsty I drink your fragrance, your cheeks I'm dearly wrapping
into my palms, them both, like you embrace
a wonder in your being.
This closeness seems to burn us, staring eye to eye.
And even now you whisper "I am so longing for you!"
So secretly you say it and so eager, like I'd have been
roaming some other earth.
what kind of sea flows in your heart and who are you?
O, sing me of your longing once again
to hear you well
and may all instants seem to me fully grown buds
from which eternities are truly - blossoming.
Translator: Vasile Andreica
see more poems written by: Lucian Blaga