My Growth In Your Love.
Dearest darling divine,
Your grace I remember,
As love fosters love,
With devotional flowers,
And feeling's fragrance,
In an ever pure shrine.
You outdo my imagination,
Of a maiden's glorious glow,
Of liberated kiss, and union,
Of temporal bliss of all sorts,
That poets and philosophers do.
Nay, I deny my love, for my lacking,
As worshiping you I grow and become,
And with awe untold, I share your pity.
Riming a poem, with pictures of imagery,
Seem childish, as in your presence I cry!
My poor container by your magic touch,
Extends beyond the sea, ah! it is pouring,
Blessing from your vastness, and I flame in love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem