(dedicated to Ms. Lynda Robson, a poet friend at poemhunter)
by my love-longing for you only
is your heart not softened?
I am a wild tiger
a hunted one
longing like downward swoop of an eagle
for angels and mermaids make your love
the mouth of Summer dew is a rosebud
like the advance of flames in sunlight
like sweetness of honey plunged into our soul
am I truly considered as your darling angel?
I have found my future in your bed of roses
nevertheless you run to seek your destiny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem