What sweet motivations move in your mind,
And call you to rest and to sleep - yet dream not?
What god-like demon of fate most divine,
Has changed you in ways we never had thought?
Do you care for me? For I care for you,
I'd offer you starlight and Jove as my proof;
For now, I'd like to pretend that you do,
And with but my heart, I'll will it to truth.
Let them have you, for it won't matter much,
I won't love you any less than before;
Or is faith a daisy? Look - but don't touch,
For touch only leaves one wanting for more.
But soft don't be soon to fast forget me,
Else our fates be twixt indefinately.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem