An endless ocean,
The smiling seas,
The buzz of air,
The murk of meadows,
The blows of breeze,
The limitless lyrics,
The wonderful weather,
The romantic rhymes,
The sweet snow,
The wintry whims.
All are useless, all are ugly.
Nothing, my love, supersede,
The enigmas of your eyes.
In them, I was lost.
And in them, I love to lose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem