Love isa river of fire,
consumingall in its way,
with the wanting of endless desire.
Fly on flightless wings,
under the glow of the moon,
listen to wind as she says,
hurry and you will arrive soon.
Laying down upon loves sweet bed,
consumed by passion,
from toes to head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a pretty poem, Tango....10+++++