She, love, showers me with kisses.
Rinse my soul of lustful wishes
Blossom but once within my heart
A flower seed your loves impart.
He - dare say I in loves gainsay,
We'll gamete-to-marry-one portentous day
The best man's orotund tones he'll interplay
With what-little-is-left our love has still-to-say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem