The first words she wrote "Dear Beloved"
And he could imagine her lips curve as she would say
"I wait here for you, burning with desire, to be loved"
And he could imagine her unclothed skin and soul crave
"I shall bathe in your aphrodisiac poesies"
And he could imagine her lovely smile
When he wrote and read a poem to her about her
"I yenned lust all life, you taught me love, my love"
As he kissed her tears which fell on the epistle,
A teardrop slipped and coalesced with hers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem