I think I will love you forever.
Because what will there be for me after
But foul awful hostile weather
I've tasted much, but none with such pleasure.
As I have discerned -you to be.
I am a fly caught in an amber bead.
Hoping beyond all hope to be preserved
Scallop locked in your heart waiting to be served.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem