Sleeping never lies my head to roam
forever pillow soft
in you.
Leaving path dare tread your heart in
trust my hand am most kind
would care.
Every dawn soft pettals moan a fragrent
scent of she, her
pollen teased.
Pleased is she walked my way heard
words that said savored such
sweet breath she
gifted me.
Entered hall velvet soothed folded mind
sparks will fly calling
out my name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet and romantic indeed, though a bit sad to feel the mood in...nicely penned.10