blue eyes
cold as ice
breath
hard frost
personality
Kelvinic zero
desires
frigid Arctic air
to you I say
love
will crouch naked
in a hovel
wed the south wind
reach to the gates of Hell
or die accursed on a cross
but will never
enter your snowy realm
to kiss
your icy lips
caress
your frozen breasts
or plunge deep
into your frigid mound
because love doth not
behave itself unseemly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem