His first sight, as bright as morning sunlight
I could feel my ocean within on rolling tides.
Smile on the face, but my heart cries
Without your dear my sun wont rise.
His eyes so black, bizarre, and boundless
I found there a dark sea's thirst.
And thus refusing to drown into them
Remained wax of a burning flame.
As if god whispered in my ear
'Now you an innocent victim of Cupid, O' dear.
For all the happiness you can gain
Love is not pleasure, but in rest from pain.': -*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem