My heart is your footstool
My soul is your battlefield
But can you claim me for anything?
My body is your bread
My breasts are your pillows
Am I worthy of a shrine?
I raise your name above the world
I let it be known that you are what I want
What else can I prove?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way this poem sounds. And we do tend worship our lovers.