Are there no words that I can say,
No supplication I might pray?
My tortured heart would be set free,
If your love belonged to me
I'd write poems that would make you swoon,
Sonnets I've rehearsed with the moon;
Your soul would sing in ecstasy,
If your love belonged to me
When the sun leaves its golden throne,
I'd give you nights you've never known,
Like a tempest riding the sea,
If your love belonged to me
When the moon's silver rays unfold,
Won't you give me your heart to hold?
I would caress it tenderly,
If your love belonged to me
Calm the fear of what I most dread:
The words of love you've left unsaid!
You could end this uncertainty,
If your love belonged to me
The steepest hills for you I'd climb,
I'd travel to the end of time
If when I reached eternity,
Your love belonged to me
Love does somehow give you that feeling of heavenly, so well expressed and written in this lovely poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If Lora's love belonged to me, Oh my God! I will carry it with diligence to an expert, Who will, with vast experience, adore And wipe all her sorrows faster. Leave a room in your heart for the unimaginable! ..Ha...Nice poem!