Turn me to your toy-boy,
I won't blame you
For something you
Didn't invite over;
For something
That pressured
Your emotions into
Feeling sorry for
Here I am,
Head due south
Like an offering lamb
Ready to plunge & cast
My sins away;
Ready to pure & empty
My chest to you
Enearstly standing
Like standing waves
In the core
Of my chaotic mind;
Systematically,
Pondering back-and-fort
Tussling like paddles
My way to your heart
To confess my deepest
Love for you today;
Acting desparatly just
Like the day before
The same way I will do
The day to come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is devotion that's what exactly this poem is about... nice write, Lungelo
Thanks Brian for your positive insight on this write...