For me to take a vow,
To start, I don’t know how.
I get on with it now.
Your fairness makes me bow.
My feeling at its brow
Is that fondness I plow.
To love you so allow
And harvest joy that chow,
Which is the thrill to cow
Your life to having … wow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem