Love mine,
I don't know how to love thee
I was born into loving thee
And sucked from the breast of thy
Nectar loving, I was raised to know no other way
To life, but only to cradle around the garden
Where the sunset whispers thy name to me
, through the flowers and where the zephyrs cool me and the birds sing to lull me
And hands of joy cling on me, and bathe me and distilled into me the fragrances of thy ebony creamed skin
To lay me
upon thy arms in repose
I never learn to love thee
It came freely upon me like the air
And it washed me and clothe me
And like the rivulet into the river it float into me
It abide in me and cool me
And the only music that plays in me
The only song I didn't learn
But the sweetest one I know to sing
The sweetness that borne my speech
I was birthed into loving thee
Yet I never loved thee all and well
Like an infant, each day I raise, to feed from
The maiden breast of thy refreshing love
To nourish me, to heal me and
To teach me how to love thee, now,
everlasting
and even beyond
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart breaking verse. The protagonist seems to be a broken in heart to love his love truly!