When you open wide your heart and your warm arms,
then you’re my Aphrodite, I’m your Adonis of Idalium.
The God generously donated you all the grace,
your father as your generator is an angel creator.
Your glance pricked on me a thousand holes, but
then you called me ‘my love’ and healed them all.
You said 'good evening' and slipped into the night,
and seized me in a dream with your golden nets.
Though the world became barren with dried grace
you are the valley of love whereon I blast as wheat.
Your relatives and friends are going to fluster you,
but your strong kisses on my lips melt their bad envy.
Entering stealthy in Akamas, I saw you taking a bath,
and I enjoy your charm, Lady born by the sea foam.
© JosephJosephides
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
valley of love, I like it, thanks.