Every systole of my heart,
fills the veins with my love for you..
Which spills as a secret fragrance around..
Your thoughts are like red roses,
with throns that stab my heart...
Turning my blood into tears,
craving every moment for your love...
With a lust of getting them wiped
by your fingers one day...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem