My brethren!
This is Ekenma!
The woman I worship like gods
And in words I've always adore
Even when am knocking in her heart
My words she never ignore
Truly she has shown me care
When many threatened to quench my fire
My mood she usually light it up
When once in her arm I retire
Lively I've been
When such luck comes my way
When life is lacking in my being
She knows how to rejuvenate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem, a pleasure to read