Lovers are always in a hurry
they must for each other worry
be not in such a hurry
to run fingers up and down
where lives a soft mound
be astound
keep going around
love her gently
don't ever be in a hurry
but in patience lay still
lovers succeed as they will
Be soft and sweet
impatience kill
love will flourish
as it will
lay calm quiet and still
let impatience take over
as it will
then only
thrill thrill and thrill
the rest now you know is a drill
but patiently
let hearts throbs build up gradually
impatiently now as they will
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I would like to translate this poem
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