I would do all things for you, though my soul
would perish and die, regardless of wealth
to sweeten sudden urges, extolling
every magnificent, rash, sweltering breath
when you ease your grip on my stubborn pride
and slowly loose the vengeance from my eyes.
Regal Lady, loquacious in your speech,
you have asked me to champion a cause,
with lesser words or actions to impeach
should I list exuberance as a flaw?
I have destroyed a sovereign merchant fleet
the bounty on my head lies at your feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
addressing a regal lady in love itself is a thrill. nice