Your eyes are like Prussian blue,
Your nails like strong Katana swords,
Your words a mere umbrella against hail,
You fail to answer me my love,
At first a swan and then a dove,
A beast in false disguise,
After this crush is why
My eyes now Prussian you.
Madrason 21-05-2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem