she is giving
without asking anything
in return
she is willing
to start the fire
and just let it burn
she opens up her flower
and just let
the rain come in
she lets you beg
and plead
until she is ready
to accept your plea
telling you everything
she has is yours
and that it is free
a woman is a fragile thing
just like a bird
with a broken wing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem