You can really believe it
If you believe, it's really so.
But it may be a great relief
To let your love just... go...
Love is not cause to self-indulge,
Nor gives it right to self-excusing.
But no. You love and don't fudge,
A sort of involuntary self-losing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem