Poezii

Mihai Eminescu Desire Come now to the forest's spring Running wrinkling over the stones, To where lush and grassy furrows Hide away in curving boughs. Then you can run to my open arms, Be held once more in my embrace, I'll gently lift that veil of yours To gaze again upon your face. And then you can sit upon my knee, We'll be all alone, alone there, While the lime tree thrilled with rapture Showers blossoms on your hair. Your white brow with those golden curls Will slowly draw near to be kissed, Yielding as prey to my greedy mouth Those sweet, red, cherry lips . . . We'll dream only happy dreams Echoed by wind's song in the trees, The murmur of the lonely spring, The caressing touch of the gentle breeze. And drowsy with this harmony Of a forest bowed deep as in prayer, Lime-tree petals that hang above us Will fall sifting higher and higher. Poetry page