when I approach where you breathe
my heart on fire glows
my brain be in its throes
when my seed loses its head
when the night, the moon,
the stars...oh I ignore
them for you
my sweet rose
though be I a Poet Seer.
my sweet rose
my sinews stretch
my muscles they revive
youth awhile returns
and my breath - it sudden burns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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