Sun's setting in your face, colorful
Sorrow flows in your eyes, is mournful
But your lips are natural, sorrowful
Among hays, in stacks
Invite me, 'Come kiss me'
I should would if I could.
You are Eve; I'm Adam
Want apple; where's serpent
I'm eager to end dead as sinful
Never shave Amazon; be harmful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful romantic poetry emanating from natures colourful backdrop. Thanks.