When I think of you, my love
Fountains within my heart surge up;
But when I no more think but dream
Of you, my eyes then dampen and swim
In my heart's crystalline tear trough.
When I look at you, my dear
'Tis the assailments of your eyes I fear;
But when I no more look but paint
You on my mind's blank canvass, latent
Within me your lips' soft music I hear.
When I kiss and caress you, honey
Our bodies betraying us commit felony;
But when I caress you no more, of course
But let my pining soul mingle with yours -
Only then we see Love's Epiphany.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can't say that I like this poem, because it lacks depth and feeling. It is words describing certain things without emotion. It's just what comes across when I read it six times.