I wish that with tokens of love my words could glow,
that some secret kind of grace they could obtain,
that the depth and span of my true feelings you might know
and yet what I want to say does in my heart remain
when my words do only express a bitter kind of woe
and where I want to bring laughter and joy I do bring pain
when I do not really know how to in verse my true feelings show
and I do err again and again
but when I do look in my heart my fears I do loose
and simply the right words I do find to use.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem