I am a poet, I loved you! ...Passionately!
Fire seeped out of my bosom dragon speed
I growled, you would roar
And some how this demanding battle of sound would turn into a music
of tangled tails
of mastery meaning miracles that manifested themselves
through heat swarming over our scales
Of beauty begetting legend
I thankyou.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem