Heeded, like I was 'your another eye';
As I blossomed in the garden of your heart,
Dampened by your warmful tears;
Pallidness stained as you bled,
Were you not conscious? I'd prick you red?
Oh! You smirked discerning merry scents!
Ahead of time you did not fear;
For you relinquished me to your lady love,
Before I did wither!
For you relinquished me to your lady love, Before I did wither! .. i was your another eye..... fine expressions of love and the facts of life. thankyou dear poetess. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wish I read it befiore I answered the Message..