My darling, for long I miss you, you are charming, and you are always disarming.
I love you my beloved, I can start gloved, but will that keep me loved?
I am speechless at your beauty, you are my ruby, do you find me snooty?
My love for you reaches the end of heavens, I believe they are seven, let us ride my Devon, I will take you wherever you want, we will jaunt, and we will eat croissant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem