She is my little Aphrodite,
My resplendent morning star;
She is my yearning and deepest desire,
She is my bliss, my contentment.
She binds my soul to her little world
And nurses old wounds with deep concerns;
She tends, she mends, and she soothes the soul,
The greatest healer indeed she is.
Fair as full moon in a cloudless sky,
My little Aphrodite of liquid charm
Floods my low-lands of swinging moods,
Whenever I hide in my little hole.
She lights my world with the dawn of hopes
And enchants my heart with her little ways;
Her smiles, the stirs of the colorific spring,
Her words, the rolls of the tides of warmth.
She comes and seizes and mingles like ale
And binds me deep in her innocent charm;
Her dew-like self engulfs my soul
And I lose myself in wet warmth of her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem