Love, sweet love, why fade like dew
I'm I too warm, be I fridge?
Love like frost, why melt for few
Do I burn on precious edge?
But love I love, love warm and hot
Serve you as my queen, my main thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and elegantly brought forth from the heart. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Maangi.