Could it be fortune, that you passed my way,
Whereby your gaze stung me to restlessness
I've never felt before at beauty be,
As did your face of classic loveliness;
It's destiny, or just blind chance perhaps,
That although lost, you came back to be found,
While lured and lulled in sea of dreamy traps,
You have escaped unscathed, to solid ground;
Let Time heave up more thick layers of sand,
To hide each trace of that sad happenstance,
But this event will last and take its stand,
Among the monuments, our love made once;
..…For all posterity, there to remain,
…..With all the love and beauty to retain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fortune.. destiny.. blind chance.. -fate- thank you for sharing, i've read your other love sonnets and indeed, they are of love.. they picture out how passionate your hands are to write the passion of your heart and mind.