And as this one is round.
Is no where,
but there too be found
Perfect or flawed.
or be else to one it served.
So let our love, unbound be.
As endless you proved.
And pure as the light.
For ever and ever.
Floating up and come over.
The pond,
and the ocean the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem