You are not the same I know; my love is still the same
Bless your eyes; bless your heart, your love is still the same.
Your face is like a book I loved, read it over and over again,
True, it has some folds, some marks, of fatigue, of strain.
Let me kiss your folding marks, you are in teens again!
Oh laugh it off, O my sweet heart; the Moon is never the same.
You are not the same I know; my love is still the same
Bless your eyes; bless your heart, your love is still the same.
Give your hand, come closer O man, let us dance together
Let the floor burn with fire, let passion in nerves gather
One two three, like birds on tree, kiss me with your beak
Peck my neck, O peck my feathers, be soft on me, may pain
You are not the same I know; my love is still the same
Bless your eyes; bless your heart, your love is still the same.
Sing me the song you always sang, play thy violin please,
O be serious, let me sing too, don’t laugh, Oh don’t tease.
Let us be in love eternal, in thy arms, I wish I freeze.
When I am with you, I am so girlie, no aching, no pain,
You are not the same I know; my love is still the same,
Bless your eyes; bless your heart, your love is still the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem