My Queen,
I am obsessed with the dichotomy of your eyes,
the total subjugation of my thoughts reinforced
in contrasting colors that subtly distill my mind
and my plaintive suffering words that speak unrehearsed
against the world upon opposing sides, with svelte moves
you attempt to assuage my love, how you cloak your heart;
yet, subtleties are never missed, true seduction found.
I may not share your bed, mere provisions for the soul,
not of might or external length but inward feelings shown
in the rhapsody of my song I compose you totally
a foreign creature, nurtured, cultured, bred and born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Damn, that ought to get her bodice off! A+