ooh my dear love,
to my tender heart,
you more than salve,
every time i hurt,
your charm's like a shove,
i can never resist,
buried in like a grave,
i can never get out.
noisier than a hive,
you could shame a parrot,
though humble as a dove,
that you more than a saint.
loving you is more than a crave,
thinking of you all night,
i bow to you like a slave,
getting lashes for my lust
you like a cave,
in you i find calm and rest,
in your arms i calm a nerve,
a solace i can trust.
i cherish you my love,
for you a thousand wars i could fight,
promise you'll never leave,
to me you'll hold tight
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I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Julius. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks