It never happened, it never came; it never matured to be,
This existence or proof that I longed for, of you and me,
I looked for any hint, sort of type or a shadow of sign
Of these promising together hours; smiling, flickering, an instance shone,
In my infatuation, yet cruelly evaporated, seemed dead and gone
Without the enticement and the lure of an old-world wine:
It never passed through the loral love gate
I had never asked or longed for a richer, a better fate,
No boon from the moon or treasure from the sky above,
I was a child; inexperienced; youth days in consternation, a coy boy,
I searched my gift of life, the treasure in an amorous joy,
I looked for you, for your gift of love.
Last time I saw you, though it was an unfortunate final farewell
Never against you would my heart rebel
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I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, Nero. Thanks