Alila held his picture
Next to her throbbing heart
Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight
Staring at the cloudswept sky
The image of his nut brown eyes
His cherry tasting lips brought
A tendril of warmth in her
Making her underbelly spring
She longed for a pleasure
A crust of pleasure that he
Had introduced her into
Her eyes glowed in want
She hated death
For it had robbed her
It took him out of her embrace
Into it's grip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A touching poem, really impressive...............................10