Prometheus, Prometheus
a gentleman am I
I think about the good things
control myself and try.
Prometheus, Prometheus
almost a half slain
for my eyes are eating
desires in my brain.
Prometheus, Prometheus
my heart is like a pool
and with my bush on fire
I'm nothing but a fool.
Madrason 17 sept 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Promises are the special things in heart's beat. Nice poem.