I've some pretty female friends
Whose endowment is bless
Side to side from end to ends
Love is a dream and reality a lustful event
Written letters often torn and burnt
They make me gape at ashes beside a mirror invent.
Wondering what they don't see
Honey is sweet but where's the bee
That stung lovers into a forever sea.
I've some pretty female friends
That says: we are just friends
A heart in love is a radio of all kinds.
But the music it sings, is same old song
- 'Just friends' yet controlled for long
Admirably hugs; I cover the pit I dug.
Each time I pass through the corner bends
To a never return, I get lost but I'm always found
Same time; lust beyond angels can mend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem