Author Eunice de Souza My love says for god's sake don't write poems which heave and pant and resound to the music of our thighs etc. Just keep at what you are: a sour old puss in verse and leave the rest to me. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments