Many nights, i have helped unbutton your shirt
And let myself come between you and your skin
Yet in the morning, I feel the tears on my pillow
Fully understanding those trips of sorrow.
What more do you wish your highness
other than what I am able to give.
© 2009 Emu Getachew
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I would like to translate this poem
Of course he has got all he wants, nothing more. Sweet.