my woman I possess you in what way
what way I have owned you up to this day
are you just my need's flesh my hunger's food
are you only a play doll that must suit my mood!
my woman I own you in what way
what way I have dealt you up to this day
are you just my resting perch my end of day nest
are you only the banyan's shed beneath what I rest!
my woman I claim you in what perceptible way
what way I have famed you living up to this day
are you just my showcased pride on my finger a ring
are you only the need to be back home at evening!
my woman I say you are mine but how you do I own
what way I have nurtured you on you affection shown
are you just my desire's skin anchorage of my lust
what I have done to possess you your love and your trust!
Dear Sir, this nice description. So many persons consider a lady the thing of just use. this poem establish her importance. Thanks for this lovely poem. Please reply and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem of exquisite rhythm and irony. Five stars!