Not far but near, my dear
Why should then I fear
Look, my life is clear.
As clear as the full moon
And my love is dancing
In midsummer noon.
I live in my nasty praise
Alas, I die in your grace
Let me say you are my face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice writing alas I die in your grace let me say you are my face