To the one I'm waiting for [Aşteptatei]
I'm thirsty for a new romance!
I long for its delights, it's true,
As wilting flowers crave the dew
Which gives them all a second chance.
I'm weary of the phony kiss,
That sightless lie which takes its toll...
In vain the dames who lost their soul
Have tried to make me feel the bliss!
Because the things that I adore
Are buried in my heart for sure,
Big gems of love sincere and pure
Like all the kisses sweet of yore.
I keep them there for you alone
And you'll receive them with much glee
When you some day are sent to me,
My wife, who now you're still unknown!
poem by Cincinat Pavelescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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