Slowly dying in your love, baby careless
I’m restless, distressed, senseless and sleepless
Ah! What’s the night! Stars with shroud
Singing elegy of my ruin, O my heart’s Baby-Proud!
Oh! A burning bright, every where there is dark
Inside the mind and thought, heard a greedy bark
Why Intimacy needs lonely night, far from crowd
Singing elegy of my ruin, O my heart’s Baby-Proud!
Alone, can’t wreath the garland of love, my Dove
O my mermaid, my sweet heart, dwells in minds cove
Dark dream of curly blonde trap, my life’s weeping cloud
Singing elegy of my ruin, O my heart’s Baby-Proud!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the love is killer but sweet like the fragrant incense of fire