I want to carry you on my back.
Sit safe behind me on my back.
Hold fast, press me to your body.
I will fly now, will take rest on the
beautiful wings of the white clouds.
Then I will fly again with you on my back
and will sit on the branches of the tree
above the clouds and look at the colors.
Then I know, lost in the beauty of nature
you will open your loving lips and give me
and ask me ‘take me now my lover
take me, make me your own'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a captivating poem and luring title... keep up the good wrk. ;)