Oh beautiful youth
in no rush be,
lest wonderful words
be deceiving thee.
Though you see the sun on high
your day is but the dawn.
though your love is like the doe
your heart is but a fawn.
Though true the dreams
your heart surely knows,
be gravely certain
you hold the rose.
May your heart never break
but by God above.
And He alone guide you
to whom you give your love.
September 1987
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I would like to translate this poem
All is vanity. Nice piece. Please read my poems