I have made you (transformed you to) a nightingale (philomel) on my leaves and branches, wrote your name on roses. i have made you a plectrum always in my hand and in my tongue, wrote you on the strings(of a musical enstrument). you are in my veins and blood every moment. always be in my arms and with me. you are a poem now always on my lips, I have made you a song wrote you on tongues. i have already written you on the roads my dearest love.
I dont want to comment on that poem.
uuups i already did!
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