Is yours a table set for one?
Your feast cannot have long to run.
A selfish hunger must be small.
Bon appetit to lovers all!
Love is a banquet made for two
so let us quaff each other's wine;
I'm greedy for your heady brew;
you sparkle like champagne for mine.
There is no vintage to excel
the potent waters of your well
and since you taste it you must know
how sweet the blossom that I grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem