Do thou think about me?
I always think about thee,
Every night I visit thee in my sweetest dream
And smell thy divine fragrance
With my pleasant and superior poetic feeling,
But I see the dark devil is watching thee from the dark corner
With his covetous eyes,
I am terribly afraid of him,
Indeed I am in total jeopardy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a haunting feeling, a haunted poem- something I've felt before; thanks for sharing