In my dreaming hours you come to me
my beautiful Muse of poetry.
There we talk and caress as lovers do
loving one another the whole night through.
Sweet are the moments in that land of bliss
confirming our love with a tender kiss
and when dawn breaks and we have to depart
you infuse this man with an inspired heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem