How long am waiting for the night?
When the candle of love will light
The red colours will bright
And flowers in her right
Then, i will forget about blight.
Night of bliss
Alone with her harsh and horrible kiss
And the fuliness of her eyes
Am my hand on her face.
Anytime i imagine about it
My tear is like flood night
My milch is totally glues
I know that day i will be decorated with the light of the sun and stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem