Among the glowing stars would I be shown,
In murky perdition our stars be doomed,
But how on earth could we as one be known?
A wonder art thou in darkness bloom,
Too dear to forsake in terrene gloom,
But I can't conjure up excuses adequate
For us to adjoin, when no substance can fathom
The abyss deep-delved by etiquette.
However right would that be,
Were I to self-ask of thy deletion,
I swear I would rather not to be,
Than to rid thee by my own volition.
But it is naught, the will from me,
Should it not freely come from thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well penned Edmund, the weave is good. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX