His name is Yan
And he is my pilot
He may not be mine
But I keep that all a secret
He is very sweet and gentle
Keeps me inspired and alive
Something I am able to handle
A feeling I would not self-deprive
Loving him would be like chasing a dream
Like a mystified eagle flying into his plane engine
Catching him in flight would be one delightful scheme
This is a secret and a fantasy… And no one dare tell him!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a great poem! I find a bit of humour in it as well some story. I liike it! ~Amber~