My love for my lady, t'will occur...
From me to her.
Her hair of long length's cascade
down her fine back sided,
feminine figure...All red, to thy
eye-allure.
All soft and billowy shown...
To in my dreams-grief not grown.
She be my tender pearl...
My buxomest girl.
Our seeds of love now, sewn...
Never to be heart torn, lone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully tender write Michael...10++