I'd like to write a hundred more
love songs for the coming year
to look beyond tomorrow's door
claiming I have conquered fear
I'd like to believe a lover waits
just past the boundary of time
there I would escape the fates
with Eve again and the sublime
I know nothing calls to me
but what in rhyme I can create
so this is left when I am free
for poetry is heaven's gate
still I'd prefer an earthly portal
and beauty of the flesh immortal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem