Who would I marry
Jane, Marlene, or Mary?
What would I do
and with whom
would I tarry?
My muse, my mistress,
my love, my goddess
it's clear to me
she is the hottest
it has nothing to do
with tastes and drathers
nor looks
nor how big the butt
nor how long are her books
the only ONE who keeps
me captivated
and in her service
I AM Prostrated
no her name is not sweet Ruth
her presence, her love, her name
is Truth
all else that would sprout forth
to be experienced is grand
but the only ONE with whom I'm true
is Truth, we walk eternally hand in hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem, Mr. Agape. I will choose one or two more of yours to read.