From me you derive
On my hands when did you
Of love kissed with a bow
The wine did I pour
From my spring of love
A dropp thou sipped
Storms in the eyes
In lust when they see you
Of the meanings of love
With me and my heart
On the door of old Magi
Who did let you
The door of my tavern
Into my secrets
Do you ponder
Into vigils thou return
Burn will you
Thyself with love
29/11/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a dropp i sipped from your spring of love that fell to the earth from the dart of the arch you let me in the doors wide open the tavern of secrets pondering into vigils i shall return with pomp and pride wondering to burn until dust, the fragrance i leave behind.