To die for love,
To lose one's shell to reprove,
Is beyond all morals and sacrifice
Sincerely willing to pay any prize
To lay one's flesh to be broken;
Or nailed to the cross as token
the blind is not who loses his sight
but who do not wish to see right
After death there may be nothing true
The goods done may be of no value;
but behind love is a flight into light,
Where we come out and turn to the right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem