Author Hiroaki Sato If only I could pretend to be a bow woven with rattan and hang on to the shoulders of a Bando lord! Pretending I'm a bow I've fallen in love with a Bando lord! Why doesn't my body go to him, as I wish? Sheer beauty—that's what my Bando lord is! Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short Poems 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