Super tramped around the world
and back against, in twenty days
you laid my head in all your ways.
How lust has paid you back with
coin of thought, and when I came,
I pick your roses from the bed.
I left your forest softly way out back,
over Rose's breakfast lilies stacked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just lovely You have such ways with words sir................