Waiting

How cruel these days of splendid torture,
For endless summer awaits me,
In the warm embrace of my lover.

How mirthfully I meditate on that day of liberation,
When we shall be free,
Free to indulge ourselves in each other's love.

I yearn eagerly for that hour,
When our hands meet,
Meet with a soft, delicate touch.

Oh, the longing I feel for that minute,
When our bodies draw close,
Close enough to feel our hearts beat.

And for that second I would give my life,
To look into your eyes.