Love the way
you make your
pen dance on the paper
rolling down words
creating masterpiece
everytime you are a success
with a perfect tone of yours
queen of poems certainly
you are for me, i swear.
never ever left writing
all the pages of the world
will go on strike then
cutting trees will be useless
buying pens will be no use
show me your talent baby
show me it whole
i want your influence
on me and my poems.
going dowmd below
you are the
talent of the century.
consider me right dear sweetheart
words are not lying anyhow
your poems are immortal
make me too so, baby! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem