No one allows the love
to come and go here and there
What a more than glorious marvelous
An eye has love in blind onto wine
Love is born not for dying
Let the love over your mind
A pain cute and gentle formed
She for sole so in born
Oh! the pain
Oh! the love
you are great as babe
You have killed me
Now I am going to cut your head!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This arrangement of such surprising words is so delicious. Thaanx