Would you be sad,
If I slip;
When stink and fall apart,
Would you still think of me;
If I melt like sweet wine,
Would your lips,
Still wish to taste me like before...
If I befall;
Would our memories,
Still be fresh to sip,
Would our love still be tipsy,
If I strip off and dip much in the ocean of yourlove.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem