Like those lotus blossoming, 
during a morning cool spring; 
Your blue eyes are half open; 
a love lyric  now born from pen; 
Your passion of lust on the face, 
a dew drop melts at its surface.
Guilty over a kiss of deep pleasure; 
I touch your spicy body in leisure.                
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I would like to translate this poem