And when you come to my dreams
I don't like to wake up and stare
At the sky shining like a sheet of gold
In the cool and silent morning hour
And I like to hug and kiss you and
You feel shy in my strong arms
The cool wind brings fresh essences
From green valleys and farms
We fall in deep love with each other
As in the soft ray flowers open up
To smile and attract the birds and bees
That feeling excited fly and hop
Love is like the scent of the poppy, with the inebriation of opium. Great poem
SUCH A SEXY POETRY BUT HARDLY ANYONE IS JOINING THEE MINER U BE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely well expressed poem of love. Beautifully crafted.