Deep down the mind, the yearning of incredibility;
Once an offer of a brotherly love, affection and responsibility,
But what can love, void of romance,
For a belle of absolute glamour bore if not a clamour for a desire?
So a heart without a heat of love.
To another in a time smile,
A hand of loft, romance, appreciation and satisfaction.
Intimidation, mistaken desires
And remorse could not be unexpected when love but not loved.
Alas, the heart of the matter is a nurture of the heart!
So a heart without a heat of love.
But at last buttered a part of his empire, love, affection,
Intimacy, romance and appreciation.
Yea, where's the place of pride when love's concerned,
Is the love of a woman not better built with attires than desire?
How can a prince rule the kingdom of a beautiful monarch
On the claims of dos and don'ts?
For he must perspire.
So a heart without a heat of love.
Things better acquired with love now cry for rents:
Bumps of the lips, hills of the chest
And the thicket of the valley.
The only thing no one ever can utter or offer enough is love;
But love is unfair to the fearless.
So a heart without a heat of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem