A wasted day, wandering aimlessly
leaving the flat to Rudi and his mates
spent a long time looking at books
stared at wares in market stalls
Returned to find them all in good cheer
from drinking too much beer, cloistered
myself in the bedroom, a knock, Rudi
wanting to make dinner
Beer makes him even more lovable –
his inner sweetness makes aggression
foreign to him, he turns into an angel,
falling asleep like a baby
Yes, he gets into bed, Rudi’s asleep -
his mates leaving, my home quiet again,
Rudi enjoyed his big-boy fun, even his
subconscious is full of love
Rudi’s my gift from above, kissing his
boyish lips in happy love..
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I would like to translate this poem
Awwww Louise you've got it bad lady..: -) Thats no bad thing.. Andy 10