I should be throwing words
not a succession of seductive glances.
I wish to hold the sky
But gravity won't let me.
You are like a lilly
among a vegetation of thorn and and thistles
O you are shy and pretty too,
like the shy evening sun
veiled with golden clouds.
I say to my heart: Open sesame!
Let the blood of emotions flow.
For I've seen the daughter of cupid,
I'm ready to sacrifies my soul.
You send my heart a pulse,
and I've begin to resonate.
My mind has been overweighed;
I can't just stop the break.
I shield my heart with a ferrous plate
but can't withstand your burning love.
I search letters to make your word,
but you knock me pent-up.
A super can't just be described.
Incomparable is beyond compare.
Unique is one not two.
Words can't paint you
O daughter of cupid!
These are what you are my love,
and I am what you have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem