confounded thee left epistle scribbled,
thou hearts not tremor pushing phrases down
thy mind heckling color of leaf ashen,
deserting verve naught of entirety.
nor thee felt those touches amour
relinquishing portrait in dark bare skin
ambrosial pleasure filling thou vein.
nor thee recall walks those accompanied rain
words those in thy auri whispered
grasping thee by thou waist silk covered.
bet thee obliterate those memories wild and sweet,
for thou epistle reads my auris words bruit,
neither eyes believe nor the mind conceive
epistle thine still i read recurrent.
clouds calamitous doth broaden in blues,
feet now feeling the lad engulfing in breeze,
doves sitting flew off for this not anymore
branch of banyan tree evergreen.
golden rays emanated in bundles from the sun
ceased long way down cimmerian cavern.
entered me thou epistle to a night of never
with dawn, and crestfallen forever.
may thou epistle to me
be Christmas at eve for thee.
may thee be the blooming flower in
gardenia of HE.
might have thine trust is not still
but those trust i covered thou in still not nil.
thou wish of leaving says thee in thou epistle,
for me cant do naught but read it still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.