The traverse in oceans, hostile
Beached love on alien shores.
In light diffused our hearts mused,
Reflected maelstrom lore.
Is our hope such parchment sloop?
Headsails fill wind’s motion,
To foist us on this foreign coast-
Mirrors raw devotion.
Among these haunts demons traipse
Unseen, but not for angels.
Mountain splinters brooding crepe,
Convenes the woeful ages.
The towered light, tears through night
And spies beloved’s heart.
The foeman’s blight alters sight-
She wills love not depart.
If words are lost to time, my love
Sigh’s fervor echo long.
Your lilting notes saved this mind,
My everlasting song.
My all is yours, melodic scores
Wing to height’s dire passion.
Your voice and form
Regale this storm,
My ever-loving bastion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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