No child, not now, nor ever, he hissed
a chid! ! , she pleaded
still chill invaded
warmth of love later, flooded
kissing thus they made up
making love they end up
Did love bear its fruit,
wait to see, evenif ur patience wears out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
two types of desires hissing steam...nice to read...10