Love, your starry eyes, my love, and snow-like skin I love,
Crimson lips, yet I love; your cheeks I love, then most of dove
Will love your raven hair, my love, so with those birds above.
Along with your smile, the way you wile, either your style,
Or the transient sorrows or joys you have felt for a while,
Love flows like river Nile, from distant mile, prove to you that I’ll
Love you for what you are my love, even your voice which I love;
Oh dear, whom I love, send your love of your greatest love,
Till I hear the words I love,
Or perhaps the sweetest “Yes” I longed my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh my... This is stunning... absolutley breath taking. The words 'I love' fitting so perfectly. Thank you for sharing.