Nothing! There is nothing,
Wrong with love.
Something! There is something,
Right about lust.
You caution me not love for one
Unless I share with a bad guy.
You can my neck grab yes
When my eyes are rotten in lust.
Never, call me a bad boy
When I start love in joy.
Fool! Fool I am when aloft dreaming
Is to finish a lady off.
When you see love rooting in me,
Too young, dont say!
Scorch me with a
Hot stare when turning lust butter.
True love never fantasize.
True lust never cost a dime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem