the angles conspire and whisper our names
blushing as moonlight dappled thought the leaves
heats our passions bright with newfound flames
and silvery paints your shoulders without sleeves
clasp my hands with desperate hearts embracing
entreat my eyes caress your shadowed form
unloose the tempest now within you raging
and wake me gently slumbered upon the morn
had you but closed your hazeled eyes and called my name
and pray me walk so gently upon your fields
youths impetuous memories would not your passions tame
and blind true loves eyes that you may not now yield
wretched upon your future heart will empty memories lie
when true loves rich and fertile soils remember just goodbye
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I would like to translate this poem