If I fall for you;
Count it as honour
And pleasures too
It isn't a mistake
This very life I choose
Forfeiting the ways of men of my root
Running to you as my chosen one.
Count it as a privilege
Not because men are few
Spending the years in your arm and roof
Dragging for your name
My entire life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It isn’t a mistake this very life I choose... great lines of poetry