For tow arrogance breast

For tow arrogance breast

I have more arrogance,

So do not sell me conceited.

If I were, agree to love you.

Thus, be thankful for God very much.

You are lucky that I were in love with you for short time.

I am who blow the fire in you, and you were before me severe frost.

I am who save your breast from rambling, to make him prince.

And I rounded it,

Except my hands, was your breast rounded?

And I am who instigate your coward nipple to agitate.

And I am who, in your virgin land, thrown the seeds.

Then it exploded, gold, and children, and exciting topaz.

You are lucky that I were in love with you, even if lying and untruth.

Thus in my poems, I opened in front of you the big door.

And make the boat and bird know your femininity.

And created from you queen.

And given to you the crown, and the bed,

Stop your arrogance because I am who teach your breast the arrogance.