Oh dear love, oh sweet love
What do you dream of us?
Love is a deadly sin,
Mine is too, a dark lavender
would you still be drawn to it?
Would you still be my faithful bee?
In my palm i hold, the
Poison of love, oh sweet Juliet
Once your lips taste with quench
This fruit Eve tasted
I will without a second,
Like Adam and Romeo,
Drink from this cup
And die here in love with you
Just to be there in that dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem