Bring myself down hard to my knees...
I gain no insight or valored spree.
Engaged wrongfully to love's own miserable state...
Wronged and caught that varied late.
Must i suffer love's sling bent arrows? ...
Will my love abandon me by flighty sparrows?
A vision quest for her honoured hand...
Blinds too well, her beautied land.
Rainbows sprinkle shame down to me...
I deserve ye not, i'll vie for lonely heart's whisp to thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this very much. Good work. Tai