You have not lost your bite, anyway.
To be sarcastic is your bread and butter any day.
And to keep going back on this these days
Is keeping you on track in a funny way.
Received your message with a quirky smile
Sad, and happy to be away more than a mile
Miss your company and all those arranged tiles
In anticipation of an argument with a smile
Thought of men for women in a minute to tell you
Did you think not all this is not for you?
You are a woman of action, a gal in power glow
And bubble bath is not life you have to show.
You remember the days of inevitable creaming
And the silence behind ear shattering screaming
The touch of lips and the urgency of the tongue
Red rust or just lust of the generation punk.
Not a question was there until this day
Why you and me were there in that inevitable way
Cherishing every moment and every dropp I hear
Splash on my window as spring rain this year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem