My love is at the other end of Earth
Graving to behold me between her breast
Breasts large, round and hard
I miss her, and its sad
My love is at the other end of Earth
total stranger, there
as Columbus was, here
Thinking of her, am short of breath
My love is at the other end of Earth
The nectar of her lips that quenches the thirsts
That her head on my chest
My poem would dry her tears
My love is at the other end of Earth
Close at hand, her love letter
to which I weave this poem in response
Our love weighs tons and tons
My love is at the other end of Earth
watching her on an image-slip
forming the scenes when am gone to sleep
We must know us from birth.
My love is at the other end of Earth
Having me forever waiting
But the anxiety is long aging
can't put love to test
My love is at the other end of Earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem