Hold me rough me and love me!
Hold me while my body is smooth
And declines the furrows age incurs.
Hold me while youth endures in me,
To glorify your touch against my chest.
Hold me! Rough me and love me!
Rough me while the morning dews stay
To tend your purpose with rich moisture.
Rough me while the spring season shines,
To erect and flourish as the blooming orchid
Love me! Love me! ! And Love me!
Love me while my heart still beats,
Love me while my body has a soul;
Though, immortal and eternal my soul is,
This loving body is vulnerable to decay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem