a woman
is like a bird
nesting its
eggs
or
a nightingale
which you hear
and still long
for
or she could
be one of your
arms
or she could be
your own gourmet
on one of those
feasts
or she could be
another devil's
advocate
but whoever she is
a woman
and my woman will always
be
my only woman to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem