He knew buried love the love of me.
A stake thrust through my heart,
He split into.
And red my lip's he knew were sore.
Each night he came and when he came.
And Oh, when last he did.
My lip's were soft and with each kiss.
A stake he'd thrust into my heart,
and I would die again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem