Who is she?
Why is she roaming in my garden?
What is she looking for with her compassionate eyes?
Must be a queen!
A queen of desire...
Owner of such captivating eyes,
Has come to demand it before ruin.
Me, a vacant hearted man,
Just sitting all the day in an arid desert;
Holding just a poetic pen to simplify some complex sense,
And love has told me just to smile in silence.
Will you look at me dear
And let me to hold your decorated hands?
Will you let me to give an embrace?
Will you come back here again?
Please don't go to the realm of fake desires
Everything is there uncertain, just a crafty game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem