Sweet and dear kisses,
sustenance of my life,
which now steal away, now give back my heart
for your sake I must learn
how a stolen heart
feels no pain of dying and yet dies.
All that is sweet in love,
whenever I kiss you,
oh sweetest roses,
resides in you.
And if I could, with your sweet kisses,
end my life—
oh what a sweet death!
I think it is from Giovan Battista Guarini's book: '' Rime del molto illustre signor cavaliere Battista Guarini '' (1621)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely romantic train of thought nicely penned from inner recesses of the heart. Beautiful depiction of a voyage of pure bliss that is love. Thanks for sharing Giovanni. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.