Please beloved,
if I only had wings,
explore would I,
the secret to these dreams.
Lost am I,
with wish and hope,
touching down,
this silver rope.
fly I must,
surely with speed,
To land upon the evergreen.
rose upon the evergreen,
catch I will this fateful dream,
death then bliss,
then truth will beam.
Cast yes this dream,
cupids rose and evergreen,
a wishful hope,
it did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem