'Twould be naught but a cruel mockery
Of love from fate, destiny, or nature
Whichever upon most, relies our future
If we two lovers end not in matrimony.
That all that we, lost in its bliss
Through words spake and deeds done did prove
That what we for each other have is love
Should in the end wither to nothingness
God forbid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem