A poetess can be wasteful when it comes to love.
She'll wade and wallow
through the waterfalls below and above.
She'll sip big for ability's sake and swallow.
Like a sponge, not dripping a drop,
she'll dip into resources, diving deeper,
Never noticing what she's got
She'll take all and label each a keeper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem