There is depth in your eyes
The depth of a ravine into which
The eagle plunges and dies
There is honey in your lips
The honey a bee rushes to
And gets stuck when it sips
Your curl sways fine
The curl which catches the wasp
That takes it to be a vine
There is song in your words
That enamors weak souls
And draw to you many a bards
There is this love in you
That draws men to death
And let live to suffer just a few
I can’t take your witty snarl
Your heart does not recognize love
You should be named a poison girl
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is this love in you That draws men to death And let live to suffer just a few. your heart does not know what love is........ vry fine poem and it is real. tony