Plan the pattern of my ways, let not my will be torn.
I yielded my love to her without doubt, it dwells with abiding care.
Our souls found refreshment there content to trust, to be together.
Burning love fills my heart, in my flesh hope and desire lives.
And in my everlasting soul, lives a means of grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem