Darling, you dampen the fire.
But when they glow,
you turn me into spent coal.
I wonder if there will ever be
an eternal afterglow in the end.
Oh, darling,
I love to watch you glow
And then melt like the snow
letting all restrictions go.
It releases me to be who I want to be.
Your eternal lover.
Darling, that's me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem