Poem time!
Now, from my Translator (still hot english version below):
ONA
Srebrzyste włosy w palcach mych Ten widok świat mi przesłania Srebrzyste włosy i zapach ich Zapachem tym się upajam
Zielone oczy sypią skry Spala mnie iskier tych ogień Zielone oczy jak moje sny Sny, które śnię o tobie
Jedwabna skóra kusi mnie I szybciej bije mi serce Jedwabna skóra niczym śnieg Śniegu mam pełne ręce
Teraz już nigdy nie będę sam I nic mnie już nie pokona Teraz już wiem, gdzie dom swój mam Mój dom jest tam gdzie ona
HER
The silver hair beneath my hand The greatest sight of all The silver hair of perfect scent The scent that fills my soul
The sparkles of the eyes are green Their fire burns me through The sparkles I’ve already seen Seen, when dreaming of you
The silk of skin, it tempts me so My heartbeat quickens, thrilled The silk of skin, as white as snow With which my hands are filled
Now I shall never be alone Forever I’ll be strong And now I know, where is my home For with her I belong
Few words about: that’s a poem she has written for one of my stories, as Xerkes’ poem for Aliane. It describes his view for their relationship very well - love, passion, but also lust (too much for his taste, but he doesn’t mention it in the poem). And I also just love that poem. Ladies and gentelman, bravo for Her!