My true love's eyes, say the diviners
Whom I do wait on nights
Are two stars winking in confidence.
To others, simply lights.
Days, my true love's soft-mannered tones, say
Forecasters of no dooms
Approach these, rose-blown, for silkenness.
To others, senseless blooms.
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I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted perceptive write.....10+++