Inspired by your infinite intellect,
And feeling faint when faced with your physique,
I rest in reverie, and real respect,
And search in song for solace that I seek.
But what of these, the thoughts that you’ve composed,
That it’s because of loneliness and need,
I love? I’d choose a subject more disposed
To give, were that my selfish cause indeed.
My heart, the helpless, hapless, happy fool,
Persuaded it alone, poor thing, takes part,
With wisdom which won’t weigh at any school,
Abundantly pours balm to heal your heart;
And humbled by the hope of growing whole,
My soul, serene, though silenced by your soul.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very well composed...I myself am a writer too...you think you can give me instructions on how to post and information about copyrighting...I need a guidance Ms. Pimentel.