You are the last thought in my mind each night,
The first as I would start the day, to be
Aroused with early moments of delight,
As you would occupy my reverie;
Could Heaven reason for the clear blue sky,
The bluebird, for the melodies it sings,
But never has my heart the reasons why,
Your love made me rejoice for joys it brings;
Might I, the Lord, for worldly wisdom ask,
To know the subtle workings of my heart,
Before I would, on false presumptions bask,
And cause this soul's temple to tear apart;
…..If fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
..…Should I go where the angels are, instead?
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I would like to translate this poem
a truly beautiful sonnet