A Sing Love... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

same as the moth, to the lamp flying,
I go to you, through, by my passion.
because it now, that a future spring.
and she is nice and she loves to sing.
the time...not, it not such a fashion.

I want to deserve, on my love death.
and I am telling you, please, fire.
for me my darling, form me fire.
if you want, and you have desire.
you about love, can now with me sing.

because you are the same as the spring.
hair, eyes, and your the beautiful face,
your charming unusual, a great grace,
you are, so as blooming, fresh with rose.
and I want to be, for you, best close.

because, you have such, a great power.
like the magic beautiful flower.
not, that is now, not important rain.
because it, already is my train.
and I am going to you, sing love.