Sacred memories

(Poetic translation of the poem "Sacred in memories" authored by Georgiy Zurabishvili)

You touch me gently and with passions,
Nothing can recreate you role.
For you’re the source of admirations,
And able to inspire the soul.

Your features kindle up my feeling,
In my excessively hot blood,
Emotions jump beyond the ceiling,
As river’s outrageous flood.

I’m drowning in your arms this morning,
This isn’t fancy, not a whim,
To dream a woman, so adoring,
Is real, and it doesn’t seem.

The well-remembered tryst of ours,
The cherished aura of our dates,
The well of fascination’s hours,
Will break through recollections’ gates.

My flighty thoughts, so unrestricted,
Are always drawing to the one,
In life, mundane and so constricted,
To you my heart strives to be gone.

Immortal feelings can’t be canted,
The dear one can’t be disowned,
Alone the God Almighty granted,
The one deified, for which I longed.

So irrepressible and zealous,
The passion flares in my breast,
As sacred memories compel us,
In sweetness to have been immersed.

The well-remembered tryst of ours,
The cherished aura of our dates,
The well of fascination’s hours,
Will break through recollections’ gates.