V is for Virtue.
Arriving the front door
of womanhood with
demeanour
for the lofts.
V is for Vanquish.
Disowns her demons.
Vanishes her shadows.
Brings her light to
a rendezvous with fate.
Vee is for You.
A feisty doe
under my
ardorous dew
and you have no clue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem