Loving lips glow in pink
When they quickly sink
Into the eternal ecstasy of
The lover's love sweet ink
The ink they never know
Has been created of blow
Of the fire of separation
That burnt hopes with glow
The glow of those eyes
Sends burning fire flies
Though seem to be cool
They fill furnaces of sighs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem