When you left
you said little.
No clue
to where your
tiny feet
would carry
that lascivious
and unique
physique.
So I was left
to follow
the trail of
rose petals,
your trademark.
And if and when
we meet again
what shall we do?
Perhaps you know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
woman are like rosepetals sadly when they leave they do leave a trail and some men follow i do not blame them for some woman are very alluring but age can temper some of us and we develope some self restraint Warm regards allan (short power poem)