Lost love,
The magic and music of it,
How to forget it,
It,
Whatever say you about it?
My love,
I have not still,
The heart beats it still,
O, I want to be innocent!
Lucy's love,
The world could not,
But Wordsworth knew it,
Felt it within,
Could not open up the magic of it!
There is a love
Greater than the bodily love
And that is innocent love
Without guile and deceit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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