Beautiful love
Never let it go away
If it is much of
Reality that you say
Then give it to me
Every word that's true
So the rest shall be
Something through
Every hour is waiting
For truth to come in
With its debating
For yours to win
Sometimes it's a mystery
What one has to do
To chance ways of history
And find courses for new
Though truth is of truth
There are many turning ways
In eternally living youth
That comes each time and plays
Beautiful summer
Is now outside here
Make it not a latecomer
For summer of love everywhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem