My love, thou art a question in my mind
Doth thou truly hold me in thy heart?
Or is it just a fleeting, passing kind
That will leave me shattered, torn apart?
For in thy eyes, I see a spark ignite
A flame that burns with passion and desire
But doubts still linger, causing me to fight
The fear of being consumed by love's fire
Doth thou think of me in thy quiet hours?
When the stillness of the night surrounds thee
Or doth thou dream of someone else's powers
And in her arms, find solace and beauty?
Oh love, I beg thee, do not play this game
My heart, a fragile thing, can't take the pain
But then, thy gentle touch and loving gaze
Doth calm my fears and make my doubts retreat
Thou showeth me in countless loving ways
That in thy heart, I hold a special seat
With every kiss, my doubts begin to fade
For in thy arms, I find my true solace
And in thy love, I am no longer afraid
For I am safe, in love's sweet, warm embrace
So love thou me, my darling, doth thou see
That in thy love, I am meant to be?
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I would like to translate this poem