I must come and would and in the taking
should you make by me but sweetly more.
Walking there upon the love swept shore
the pond, the lake, each rapid stream
against forever then and more.
Amonst the trees and sleepy dripping leaves
until the moon is high and full
and bright each night.
Deep starry, star filled sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem