To taste your lips with that coconut wine
I'd cross the mountain from time to time
Though distilled spirits told me, you love me, with all of your heart.
Time and spaces both tears us apart
Enfolded by the canopy of my love,
As warm and as sweet as the cooing dove
Will you tell me not only for this moment you'll cherish me until the end of time
I'm afraid it will vanish in mists of that coconut wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i cant't forget how the nasty aftertaste and burning sensation that crosses from the mouth to the throat, until it reaches your stomach...