Swinging

From forehead to fingertips, for now there is no

Something more beautiful than you

Each of the 3,000 green threads is mine

Compared to the sea, you are clearly better than the sea

Dear, I love the 100,000 acres of roses in your belly

I also love the small dose of poison on your tongue

When the lilies are not there

I am the village in the twilight

And loneliness is just a little shopkeeper who only shakes

A little shopkeeper with a rattle

I love this fated encounter

Your eyes are more seductive than swans

This joyful morning

This dusk of revelry

There is no more beautiful god than you

How many years of nobility have been accumulated

As if for this one hour of bitchiness

You are my woman

More like my enemy

Without passing the setting sun

I completed a glorious ravishment anyway