Resuscitate your oscillated love towards me,
For i can't stop thinking about you;
And i am heavily encrusted with the heroic myth on this muse.
The early bird catches up the early train,
And like Jerry's last flight with the contemporary arts;
For my love is stronger than the environmental tides.
Copperfield,
My love doesn't sail slowly like you thought;
But it can also put the winds back unto your love,
Because you are now on the wings of my love!
Defenders and admirers,
I am in the sweet garden of your love;
But the food that we ate last night matters to me,
And i want you to resuscitate me with your love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem