but that thee was born
my futile birth seems purely adorned;
because of thy innocent life,
do i thrive amid vicious strife...
thy love do embrace my purpose not known,
thy touch do enlivens a path never shown.
its thee who create the love within me,
nourishing my emotions in everlasting glee.
my purpose is but thy life i embrace,
with no selfish act i seek any grace;
all i have, is but thy worth,
beholding the loneliness of my dejected birth..
i love thee, and thee is all;
where mundane affairs are but vanities so small;
its thy worth that do i adore,
embracing my love amid life's eternal shore....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, Johan. Thanks