Kvyetoslav's love poem Letters
Description
A love poem that a miner dedicated to me when I promised to help him write a letter. I don’t think it’s a very good love poem. It’s a pretty nasty thing.
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How many miles you’ve wandered,
at such a gruelling pace.
Rest your feet, dear maiden,
sit here upon my face.
Leave me gasping for breath,
Torture and torment me.
I shall drown in your lap
And drink and drink a-plenty.
Let me lap the drops of dew
That trickle down your leg.
Kindly sit, dear maiden,
Do not make me beg!
How many miles you’ve travelled,
I pray thee stop and stand,
As upright and as cheerful
As my little man!
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