Don’t be mawkish with me
I’ll sing for you a lilt
I limn you on my canvas
Though my lyric is limerick
Though my imagination is thick.
Don’t be scold for ambiguity
The fell bridge I’ll rebuilt
The knob also I will surpass
These macabre, can’t make me weak
Though you are stand for nick.
Feel my beat of essence
Always perceive your presence
Before me, with me, my prince
Let finish this awfully shuns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem