Lips have also their own languages
They can realize their partners smiles
One wants to drink others heart
It seems they have left-
Their houses for Pilgrims, God knows-
They will never leave either well or woes.
They always crave each other
They want to meet altogether.
They want to make love through dainty letters
They will live long as true lovers.
The sweet union of Lips
Can compare to the red roses and Venus weeps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem