I love you,
because I want you
to be a bed mate.
I love you,
because you have all
but stolen my soul
From my inner heart.
I love you,
because today alone
You are so fine
than beauty itself.
I love you,
because loving
we should not
but we ought
So by the above truths
I love you.
But which is that which
is the perfect truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem