I think I am too tall. But I enjoy exploring you when in my arms. My love is so perfect that I am scared of being envied, hindered, banned, to develop my emotions into true joy. If you feel the same, conceal what you think of, don't give a voice aloud, do not address phrases to anyone. I owe to what I owe, what keeps me plenty of angelic beings. Avoid saying phrases aloud, we live our own secluded life. I trust at the entity of two. There is no wonder in sexual abilities, they are old as the world; but I prefer you feminine in looks, though decisive in talks with strangers. You look okay more or less, if I rejuvenile you. Catch these instants, rare and soft. Two years ago I was so kiddish, it is good I am an adult now, I protect your serenity, my sweet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem