As the blood of
The perfect sunset
Drains, the hue
Melts onto her lips.
I watch her,
Like the fade of
A perfect day her
Glow transforms into the passion of night.
A treasure that cannot
Be hidden -
Sure as the stars of night
As I silently adore her...
She twitches a little
And I notice...
As butterfiles pay tender
Homage to her on a morning breeze in Jakarta.
A traveller within my heart,
She is nowhere,
Her love is everywhere...
The perfect state.
A crown of power
Hides within her eyes.
In every moment my soul obws
Continually in obeisance of my Queen.
The moon worships
A pure Goddess
In a light of her
Love as my hand caresses her.
She is everything.
Without her I
Can be nothing,
Possibly even less.
The petals have folded for the eve,
But my desire blossoms.
We are truly
Creatures of the Night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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