Locked desires in the eyes fixed
The beauty of her face too sharp
Love shall create what the hidden tone
Behind the curtains is the show of costumes
Many doubts in those tears drunk by the eyes
I lost my heart on the impressions to paint
Many names of colors I had yet known not
The folds of love as I unfold
Precious are the desires beneath the bosom
Of the past did I asked or of the future
The lock of your hair as today I see
Ages of love as I straighten it up
In “The groove” with the fairies
Dances are to my heart your memories sweet
25/6/2009
*My humble abode
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I lost my heart on the impressions to paint Many names of colors I had yet known not'........very creative, excellent write! ! ! ! !