When Raindrops ooze
I Will Feel Your Tears.
When Winter Blankets Our Nights
I Will Experience our early days of marriage.
When Myriad flowers decorate the valleys
I Will Remember Your Orgasmic Pleasure.
When The Leaves Bid Goodbye To Their Branches
I Will Mourn At Your Feet.
When The Fields Are Dry And vacant
I Will be Fertile Again To Encompass you.
When Death Hovers I Will not Think About You
Why because You Will Be Shackled By My Soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem