Thirst

Thirst
Your breasts are like two full moons,
like two buds at the end of your hair curl.
I hear my heart groaning for your love.
In my wish, I'm so miserable.
Looking into your eyes, thirsty for love
In your two springs, so clear.
And you're so young in your soul pure.
It's too much to give me even one day.
Looser has nothing to give you.
Beggar, I would remain worthless to your love.
And if that word would pass over your lips, then what?
To touch those two full moons?
No, not even then, my heart wouldn't stop groaning.