I will entice-you with my-sorrow
but expect to find joyous love
I'll encrypt my darkest passions-tomorrow
if you'll but turn my heart instantly to mush
And then reveal it as a love potion
you've always longed to taste.
You may die in my arms, in devotion
but my darling, not in any haste.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem