Envy of the posterior secrecy of delirious love
Mark the streaks of the waning tears
Reflecting green poison darts
Killing me with your amiable chivalry
Why am I favored in the presence of such gallant being?
Hidden beauty is nothing but a madcap embrace
Discreet chasing of the unimaginable
Creates a sense of comical rush
If we capture our needs - our wants
We will have nothing of excitement to live for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem