Another clue. Or maybe two.
Steadily I followed you.
A new years wish.
A summer loss.
Many words i've flipped and tossed.
The gripping grips, the constant slips,
I seek to taste your moistened lips.
The clover green,
My lucky Lucy.
Short but sweet, and oh so juicy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Last few lines made me laugh :) nice work, great poem :)