I want you, darling. Time is not
on my side, could it be on yours?
Although for you I’m very hot,
we both know that all love endures
no longer than a life, and time
is like an organ grinder with a tune
that’s ended by a midnight chime
that wails beneath a waxing moon.
So let us from the cup that David
said runneth over drink together,
for time runs out, we cannot save it,
like memories, for stormy weather.
I want to spend my love with you,
and hope that you will also spend
with me the temps that’s not perdu,
before our time comes to an end.
So open up for me your gate
and let me enter where I want
to be, with you. It’s not too late
to fill my fond cup from your font.
Please be for me both chambermaid
and of my chateau chatelaine,
while I of your camp am the aide
and you remain my suzerain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem