给一个我眷恋的已婚女人

Not the sun, the moon or the stars can compare
to your fair eyes, which power my feel mind
melt my heart, and kindle my love\'s fire
to which my lonely soul wishes to bind

as I lay my callous hand on your soft breast
as I lay my dry lips on your ruby face
my trembling self relishes heavenly rest
o, does an angel love a man so base?

when I wake up from my heart-thrilling dream
in sadness, helpless, empty and hollow
my tears roll from my eyes and flow in a stream
bitter rejection is too hard to swallow

heaven, do remove chains from the married
let the dream come true of the unmarried

[huhuya]

hehe, nice sonnet.