The source of my happiness is to comprehend your mysteries;
I thought I fully understand your love as an open book;
But some time I feel as I have let your feelings, joy or sorrow,
Slipping through the fingers of my soul.
Forgive me, my love, for my ignorant neglect,
I long to emerge our thoughts together
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sweet and romantic. Good stuff..