two hearts that form a slit
do not simply look elite
but when she opens the tinsy red mock
i was assured of a gruesome lock
should one clutch the other
so dearly intense
he sets on another
fruitfully yearning for more conquest
i do begrime the unwonted sort
i know this from afar
she took on the ton of coat
carnal revered desire
so then i look more intent
i could recount on this
a misfit tragedy of sort
i was taught not to retort
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine poem, liked it! Top marks.