who are you?
do i be thy flesh?
why doth i palpate thee?
For you hath be omnipotent Jehovah.
gift me insufflation on ord.
why doth i treasure trove?
thy limbs resting sodden oculars mine.
seek me in thy visage of amenity,
down thy blanketed edges of curvy.
why do thee bless?
aurora mine with fulgent rays of hopes.
start my days in the Elysium Fields.
why doth i dream me in nights.
and thy zephyr caress me my sleeps.
why i feel thee with me
ambling my down-streets mind?
is there an epoch thine in me?
is thine pound-flesh all to me?
is thee my savior from melancholies
is thee my shoulder forth at ease
to launder me my laments?
is thee a progenitor fly me worth
away the clouds of cryings shrews
is thee my MOTHER?
if its THEE really THE.
i still don't know who are you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem