Many many times,
I tried, futile,
To evacuate you,
From my poor heart,
But I couldn't do it,
Oh, my dear, you believe it.
You accommodate every space,
Put signatures on every wall,
Move violently, nook, and corner.
Songs, melodious, of your virgin love,
In the air, lingered, like a fluffy dove.
I am chained here, pinned like a frog
Ready to be cut on a dissection table'
Scissors in your hand, I am helpless
Checking my heart, and found no faults
You are opening all my cute inner doors
Stretching your hands and took me, indoors
As if to receive me, it is raining of passions.
The flame you lit in my soul
Not quenched and out of control
You conquered my heart, brain, and soul
I surrender to thee, do cuff my hands
With the chain of love, and soft kisses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well conveyed poem. Truly lovely...5 stars*****