When daisies smile and robins sing
one hears the music of new Spring.
Where are you, apple of my eye
without your velvet touch I cry.
It's love, so true it harbours pain
competing now with time's own cane.
Like windblown, badly balanced darts
no love comes from our longing hearts.
Some day there will be done a thesis
love only works outside the species.
When daisies smile and robins sing
it's music but not love that's king.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this Herbert! Such longing............ very nice! :) Have a great day! Love, Mary