For me, you are the person I speak about.
Because love battles because
my box which by removing the road we would like.
The ambiguous plant between your aroma.
Concerning me,
worse for what as for those my love inform them,
from what which I said.
As for me before I who have lived in the grassy plain.
Beofore I had become the acquaintance of what said we.
And I did not wait for love, but for the waiting.
Which is and with putting with me a rose, it I jumped.
It is possible to inform or convey to whom whatever more?
Is not to be the bad taste and this person
where I am also good.
And they are in relation are attached to my life,
which you who have known,
and your passion you shared together this danger.
If and as for danger of love of this danger good completed love,
because of a certain all in life, because of all lives,
and this love accompanies us, even death and to jail,
I verify the eye ring where you were never so small or I to large,
like the way when I put my kiss to those.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem