My everything

[Storyslinger]

I hardly ever wrtie "poems" in English but tongiht I tried to put a feeling into one.
I know there is nothing new or original in it... but still.


Love me tonight

I wish
you loved me tonight
Please, come here
turn off the light
There's nothing else
but you and me
There's nothing here
that's worth to see

Pull me close
and kiss my hand
You're hot rain
I am your land
Let's break dark
and shine like suns
I burn inside
I've aching lungs

Single touch
What I'm crying for
my every cell
is a trembling door
Please forget now
what's bad or right
Just come
and love me tonight

Simply Amazing my dear

[Letti]

Thank you my friends.

[Jon]

"A picture is worth a thousand words."

Letti's word are worth a million pictures.

[Letti]

One I translated from Hungarian so... I can hope the message can get there.


Face

Your beautiful eyes are looking at me
I see your smiling face
I can hug you again like a loving tree

On our face we wear our fate
On our face we wear what hurts
On our face we wear who we were
On our face we wear the pain of our heart

Love, don't hide your eyes, their beauty is great
God.. you are so wonderful
Your soul is dancing on your face

















And in Hungarian:

Arc

Szép szemed most rám tekint
látom mosolygó arcod
Büszkén ölelhetlek megint

Arcunkon hordjuk a sorsunk
Arcunkon hordjuk mi fáj
Arcunkon hordjuk kik voltunk
Arcunkon hordjuk a szívünk baját

Szép szemed kezedbe rejted
Istenem, de csodszép vagy..
Arcodon táncol a lelked

[LadyHitchhiker]

Letti... you are our everything.

[Jean]

hear, hear!

[Steve]

Indubitably, she is.

[Letti]

How can you all be so kind?
Thank you.

[Storyslinger]

One I translated from Hungarian so... I can hope the message can get there.


Face

Your beautiful eyes are looking at me
I see your smiling face
I can hug you again like a loving tree

On our face we wear our fate
On our face we wear what hurts
On our face we wear who we were
On our face we wear the pain of our heart

Love, don't hide your eyes, their beauty is great
God.. you are so wonderful
Your soul is dancing on your face

















And in Hungarian:

Arc

Szép szemed most rám tekint
látom mosolygó arcod
Büszkén ölelhetlek megint

Arcunkon hordjuk a sorsunk
Arcunkon hordjuk mi fáj
Arcunkon hordjuk kik voltunk
Arcunkon hordjuk a szívünk baját

Szép szemed kezedbe rejted
Istenem, de csodszép vagy..
Arcodon táncol a lelked

I love this

[Letti]

Nothing speciel guys, it jumped out from my mind this morning:


I would like to be...

I would like to be a bird
to sit on your shoulder
I would like to be the wind
to bring you smells and wonder
I would like to be a song
to dance in your ears
I would like to be the rain
to give your face stroking tears

I would like to be the Moon
to pour my shine in your eyes
I would like to be a temple
to give home to your cries
I would like to be the dawn
to create you the nicest dew
I would like to be a gal
to be loved by you

[Kevin]

Simply...

[Brice]

Nothing speciel guys, it jumped out from my mind this morning:


I would like to be...

I would like to be a bird
to sit on your shoulder
I would like to be the wind
to bring you smells and wonder
I would like to be a song
to dance in your ears
I would like to be the rain
to give your face stroking tears

I would like to be the Moon
to pour my shine in your eyes
I would like to be a temple
to give home to your cries
I would like to be the dawn
to create you the nicest dew
I would like to be a gal
to be loved by you

simply beautiful




This is one lucky damn person.

[ManOfWesternesse]

Nothing speciel guys, it jumped out from my mind this morning......

Very special ! very beautiful.

[Jon]

I would expect such a beautiful poem from such a beautiful author.


*sigh*

[alinda]

Letti, your words are as beautiful as you

[Letti]

Thank you, thank you all.

[Jean]

bump bump bump bump bump bump bump

[Letti]

bump bump bump bump bump bump bump

Darling, I wish I had spirit to write.

[The Lady of Shadows]

letti you have been able to capture a style i just cannot grasp. the ability to rhyme is so difficult. everything i write ends up sounding childish - and a bit like dr. seuss.

everything you write sounds like a wind blowing through the eaves of my soul.

i am quite simply in awe. can you tell me. do you write in hungarian and then translate or do you get the image of what you want to portray and it doesn't really matter what language it comes out in?

you are truly amazing.

[Letti]

Oh wow... thanks turtle, you made me a little bit speechless. *tries to pull herself together*
I used to write all my "poems" in Hungarian and after that I tried to translate them into English, I must say I didn't do a good job.
Anyway to rhyme is Hungarian is quite easy for me ... to show what I feel is incredibly hard. It's like cutting a window into a metal wall...

But I wrote the last two ones in English. You can feel it. They seem so... whole.
- Love me tonight
- I would like to be...
These two were written in English originally. They just came out I was quite suprised as well.

Thank you for the kind words, I don't deserve them but I do appreciate them.

[Letti]

Oh, let me correct myself Dreaming was written in English as well but I dislike it so much that first I didn't remember it.

[The Lady of Shadows]

yes i see what you mean about the last two - the feeling of wholeness. but tell me please. . .what don't you like about dreaming? is it the same thing that jean doesn't care for in my work? that it doesn't have the rhyme scheme of a more traditional, what was the phrase he used?, formal poem?

i think dreaming is one of your best pieces. it really captures exactly what she (i dared not presume to say you) must have been feeling.

[Letti]

I am happy to hear you like Dreaming. I am not satisfied with it at all. It could have been much better. But it was my first "poem" in English and I didn't believe in myself. So when I finished it I put down the pen and I said - it's bearable.
But when you would like to show or share a feeling "bearable" is miles from enough. So I don't like it because I could have put much more in it if I had trusted myself.
Now I cannot rewrite it because that feeling flew away and I can't grab it anymore.
There are feelings that are in your soul all the time - for example I could write I would like to be... anytime because I always feel it - but there are feelings that suddely appear to shake your inside world and you can hardly touch them to write them down. Love me tonight and Dreaming are about these always fleeing feelings. So I can't make them better I can't rewrite them.

[The Lady of Shadows]

i understand completely. you write about it when it demands to be written, when the feeling overpowers your soul - or it's gone forever. and you'd better hope when you're done it's good (or good enough) because once it's over it's really over.

that's why jean's topic in the francois villon thread took me completely off-guard. what i came up with didn't fit in there at all but it demanded to be written. and if i hadn't i probably would never have been able to again.

[Letti]

If you must write you must write. There is no choice.
You must know it.