she fetched me a drink
and the good lord roared
until i found heaven
in her eyes.
a fire grew slowly,
burning ever so lightly,
until my soul went up to heaven,
and knocked all the angels down back home.
she soothed
at my tears
falling high
high from the sky above.
until my heart sang
the tune
of her beauty.
i sipped every bit of her
with my dead cold whisky
until the good old lord roared
and blessed me with her soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, loved to read it!