He said,
‘I love you, my dear;
I shall wait at your steps;
I shall be your doormat;
I shall lay my life as your prize.’
She said.
I can’t love you, sorry;
‘What more do you want? ’
‘I don’t love slaves’
Women love only masters
They don’t love pleaders
22.11.2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Women always look to feather there nest the best