Don't think of me as regretted, but as thine lover rogue
Don't share for me your passion doubtly, my elated spirit soars.
Second chances merit fortune first ones best served blue,
In time I've changed my exiled station and set my form past true!
Inner face impose my sanction set my glory blaze,
Heal my broken shield of roses
My love you'll have always! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem