I met her lips...
With wet hungered grips.
On a moon lit night...
All rounded flight.
Naught not left...
With but a chest hefted cleft.
Round bright light...
I held her closely tight.
Moon's yon orbital path...
Of her love i hath.
A'settetd bound by moon lit swing...
My heart to her to me do bring.
Different worlds collide of heart...
Tis' best we stay and naught depart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A COUPLET OF LOVE TIPS FROM A VERY FINE QUILLER...DEDICATED and TENaciously driven....Solid abstract piece, my friend! ~ F J R ~