Sweet maid
Since that we started kissing
After my long years of yearning
I feel a fire shock my very Soul
Every time I see a girl like you:
But you are the Queen
Undisputed and sceptered
In our sweet love
Together
Each kiss a world
Each kiss
Paradise
Your sweet lips yearning
With my lips melting
Sweet maid
Since that we started kissing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW! ! YOUR SWEET LIPS YEARNING/WITH MY LIPS MELTING - That is paradise, that is the sweetness of life, that is the fullness of experience, that is.... (sigh) Words on paper for me but what paper! ! That late Victorian rebel poet Swinburne wrote FOUR RED LIPS MAKE ONE BURNING MOUTH.