You want a kiss when we are past mid-age!
My kisses could in you things mystify;
Can content be the man with love’s visage?
Love’s thirst, no fountain can well satisfy.
A kiss heralds a more ‘lethal’ event,
Entwining hearts and bodies, all as one!
The thought itself to havoc, wreck is meant;
Love is a Scorpion’s sting and never fun!
Love is a smoldering fire, one cant smother,
Remaining life despite the ashed cinders;
The sparks can rise by wind and dry weather;
The flame engulfs the hearts of all finders.
One kiss evokes a chain of reactions!
You better keep away such emotions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem