In a purple royal color, He dresses his Heart's shelf
The chest where he keeps the other being of his self
And in such special moments, he offers himself to her as a gift
The dearest of all, where his thoughts would stick never to shift
She fills his thoughts all the way from his heart to his mind
For whate'er they share is special, always one of a kind
Never wanting much nor being in limit in the thought of a lover
An understanding of what the book possesses beneath its cover...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thought of lover, good writing. thanks.