Stage was set.
Clean, long and strong and elaborate
For a war between love and love.
Nothing more nothing less,
Whose moon was bigger, brighter
And more enduring whose cupid was more ingenuous,
Which moon shone ina cleavage
And extricated with love
By the love, for the love,
No blood, no tear, only flower, only glance,
Love fought with love,
Who understood the silent brows,
The mute stances,
The spur of life, sacrifice and
breathing of the love dragon,
victory will be thine,
Thou art the lover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thou art the lover- love dragon