Grey hair and wrinkled eyes
with tottering voice
walking with the stick
the young memories
guiding me around...
Your smile of that day
when piercing the nose
glittering diamond ring
sitting pretty well below the shiny eyes
your shallow blush
calling me to kiss
where my nerves melting in you
the queen`s moonlit face in my hands
are the memories guiding me to live...
Cuddling you in the back
where the fingers rhythm on you
playing the soft melodies
and the bellowing hisses we made
when the erected reddish bud and milky waist
and the state of lips locked as statue we are
your phobe looks
are the guiding force in me
and the memories are always around...
Hottest air and the fragrance of you
coin down over the warmth navel
swimming in the wet
over the creaching quilt
your reddish shy
pouring thunders of love
are the memoirs of lief...
Behind me your showering love
and walking with me
you are the guiding force for me
ever to live.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem