Eleanor oh my Eleanor,
What brings you to my bed room door?
Did you miss me?
Do you need me?
What shall I do to bring you from that door?
A bundle of roses in my hand
A refined wine on the stand
If ever to judge me thee,
Then bring your ornaments to my need
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem written well with nice texture and imagery. I really liked and rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'Abortion' on page 4.