To the colourless plants of life,
I am in the laboratory with my mind;
So, read this poem like legumes so sweet.
Peas, beans, maize and peanuts;
To set the criteria with my mind when,
True love touches my heart.
This was during the transfer,
On the conveyors to meet my love;
The sparkle and the creamy foams tells it all.
I am in the laboratory with,
Words to sprout out like legumes;
Triticum Vulgare,
Triticum Dicoccum,
Hordeum Distichum,
All carefully tested for the muse of love.
To age and to clarify things,
Like the docoction of honey;
I am the hole out of a rock with,
The muse of love from the laboratory.
Love brings many to intoxication,
I am in the laboratory with words and works;
To set the criteria with my mind when,
True love touches my heart at work.
" Love brings many to intoxication" Brilliant. Work itself is love if we could find happiness in.10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life! ! Living; With the muse of love. Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.