This is a return, yes...my dear,
A sudden return of a besotted mind,
Not garrulous, or destorted
Or could be destroyed,
A beautiful queen with a soft spot
In her sweet smile, a queenly pose! ,
And how long can her best friend stand
Apart in a hopeless arid desert?
A little flex there is, for those loopy beings;
Sorry for the delay my dear, see, my leaves
Cannot but choose to see your
Such a pure amazing glim,
Life knows everything exactly, you know,
what and how to define the fate of deepest desires,
And to put it down in the book of love,
Let's roll it up, let's... roll it up in a taintless desire or to deserve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem