Do you love me Henry
Well when I wake
Of a morning Martha
At first light
Your face becomes the Sun
That first morning kiss
Burns my lips
My heart is surrounded
By a ring of fire
Only you can quench that thirst- Martha
Just answer the question- - Henry
Your face becomes the sun. Wonderfully drafted poem shared really.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That first morning kiss Burns my lips My heart is surrounded By a ring of fire............ love, passion, desire, words that goes deep into the heart........ thank u dear poet. tony