I Want To Forget You.
I confess, I am in tress,
Of your winks’ missiles,
Of the flowery rainbow of your smile,
Of those rooted psychic,
Ah! Those taxes I can’t beguile.
I confess dear mistress,
Your kisses and hugs,
Thrills caused by willing touch,
The blooming daisy of each day’s march,
And involuntary impressions,
Are no bygone, but eternal lagoon.
I admit, the presence of your anchored sheet,
And my timeless operation by your stormy merit,
Oh! I wish to take rest, in your tranquil retreat.
To display love's therapy is a mammoth task. Love has neither a miserable amplitude, nor any fathomed depth.It is the reflection of the buried unconscious through the plasma of the conscious.
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I would like to translate this poem
forget all and forget the world....