Arta Luta EN LK 18.02.

2021

A love poem
My beloved mistress

Oh my mistress, your eyes embrace the beauty of the setting sun

From which I cannot face away as my coral lips delightfully touch your cherry red lips;

Thinking about your perfect skin, white like snow and breasts which tone your fond body

Reminiscing the times standing face to face as your hair flows in the air

Giving presents like roses that even made your white skin blush in flaming red;

But should those roses be enough to be allowed to kiss your tender cheeks

As the delight of your perfume in doing so was more of a present;

I want to stand before you again and feel the heath of your breath on my neck

Hear your lovely voice and make me fall for you over and over again as you speak

As if it was the finest music for a humble man like myself;

And even if everything must end and everybody must go, I would go through the dents of
hell for you, my goddess

Leaving my heart in shallow pain if I must watch my mistress walk away.