my soul was kissed by a virgin angel with a bleeding heart
and no deity can tell its secret whispers
my eyes have been touched by the feathers from its wings
my sense is shy by its soft eyes looks
i float in heavens on its sighs
i became a slave for the joy to learn its pleasure
what cuffs would be more suitable for my soul than its whispers?
what melody would last more than its moans of love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A rich poem wondrously lyrical.