Alone Poem by Nastasimir Franovic

Greedy and selfish,
I'm thinking about how to detain you in verses.
How to encircle my verses with your beauty.
The necklace of words, to bind quite unusual.

I try to talk about your beauty
Your eyes look at me from the verses
I want to override the winds that don't leave your hair in peace
Even your hands hand me over to the devil himself

If I were to burn in hell, I wouldn't give you up
I got drunk on your beauty
All that I told you I would not deny

I drank a bitter tear from your well
If I didn't love you this much
I wouldn't feel sorry for you now