Have you seen my Siren's beauty?
It overwhelms me, kills me, destroys me.
Her eyes, so bright and fiery, melts my heart, and makes it burn.
She holds it's ashes in her joyous urn.
Her hair, so vibrant, silky, and sexy,
My fibers yearn to get a fleeting touch, she laughs, will not let me.
Her voice, so amazing, seductive, more melodious than Cupid's harp,
It calls to me, infatuating, tearing me apart.
Her body, a sacred temple, I come to worship,
A cruel temptress, I long for your kiss, I leave with naught but a nip.
Her beauty is driving me insane, I am slowly dieing,
I think I hear Josh's train, that will stop the crying.
I should say that death will break her hold, and my pain,
But I really do hate to be lying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem