Ode to the symphony
of man and his style –
That keeps her synchronized
in corrosive flowing bile
Bitter- sweet
jalapeno with rile
No essential oil
needed for a while
Doesn't he know that the heart
is but a flower that smile?
It has no need for
any pompous gritty spile!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ME HEART SMILED AT THIS.... AND THE SMILE INDEED ALONE MAKES THE LIFE A LAVISH. and so says you.! and me Savvy!