Your beauty calls on perfect lust,
This summers day in which we've come to trust,
I look at you and dream away,
of fields so green,
Its an innocent crave,
and even though i imagine how you might be to touch,
its my heart i wish to be fulfilled from lust.
Strum once to accompany the day,
Your voice soars,
I ride the waves,
We count fantasy in the white world above,
We whisper secrets of love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem