Long ribbons of her hair cover my chest.
Her sweet breath tickles my nose.
Idly, she sings a languid tune...
the vibrations of her melody warms the
night air... her lips like a butterfly
on my cheek.
My mind flutters along on the thermals
she’s created for us... our wings,
warmed by the sun, never tire.
Sing on my beautiful Monarch,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem