BATTLE OF LOVE

My head is a factory of ideas' fabric
When I see my dream come naked to me
On the back of a white horse
I will sew a poem for her
From the love fabric
Which is decorated with her beauty
I will cover her holy nude body
With tenderness, with jealousy the cavalier
Who is good at dancing with horses
In the courtyard of dance and wedding
I feel comfortable seeing a horse in my dreams dancing in my bed
I wake up smiling when a horse's whinny wakes me up
I wait for the battle in the field of love
Is there some warrior...

Nice poem .

Lovely

wow!

Excellent imagery!