The beauty of your face, still intact;
The curves and the mounds still attract,
The lips, so thin, urge another contact,
The eyes, emitting rays, for a fresh tract.
Eyes stunned by the beauty, can't say bye;
Heart throbbing for its share of pie,
Ears eager to hear your voice, a melody dye
Body expectant of an ecstatic high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem