I knock on the doors of heaven
you the finest thing in life.
Aargh! the walls are closing in
thy last words confuse me
Languish in this world
but rich in your amour.
I may be an ogre to others
but Lothario to none
let thy doubt be clear
thy thought be empty in thy empire
to have you the one i desire
telling me stories for me to admire
The doomsday drawing nearer
and am not lucky in this soiree
but am bless to be in your heaven again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem