I send her a letter
Sealed with a heart full of kiss
I gave her a flower
Scented with my own bliss
I'm dreaming of her everyday
Lying in roses red
Her curves marks as she lays
It makes me cold as dead
Awaken from deep slumber
Eyes glitter; Where is she?
But no woman's stains clear
Where is my lady glee!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dreams they are that fragment of our elusive self