I am a pomegranate
ready to explore its riches
I am a snowfall at your gate.
Push hard to unlock the laches,
my beloved, before;
the wind changes, and my heart ices.
I am an instrument you alone must play.
I'll sing loves turbulences, come what may.
I will dance and hear you say - I am yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pure love, perfect love, come what may..