The eyes of love sees not to be seen
Prays not to be flaunted by a teen
Strays not for an unfaithful reason
If true, then it favors no season
It could frame the heart to treason
The eyes of love; feels not to be felt
Plays not feeble the icy heart, to melt
Teary not for the undesirable sorrow
If true, in haste to overwhelm and grow
It could churn the heart to fold and row
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem