NOT unwanted
Wanted, flowerbed of posies, i dedicate this poem to you my godes
Yes we go to the lido
what of over the barriers
us face to face
the jungle,
allthough the weel of life is lesurely and inconsecuential, love is allways employed, these wreaths of roses
as it is only full of thorns, we search for the inbetween roses
IF cupid comes and wounds you wih his arrow what will you do
some say to love is better than not to love
So gimme love, i am your shining god
The re are stars to guide us and refreshments along the way
You will need a sense of houmor to keep up moral
Beauty is our god
we demand beauty
If you should give it to us
We would think we have lived splendidly
LIke the moon we traverse parts, swap good and bad at whimsical unforseen events
So we our good people not bad
We verilly hold the shield of right
Judge for ourselves the star constelation named, , gllhjrvcc
is our patron and we obey, becccccause his overflowing love inspires us in the same way the himalayas does
This moon, entirely posessed
Contrasts us that are mere flesh
Whose conduct i will not enter into, but after staying out of controversy
What is the ideal life, the ideal conduct
Weather bad rules, or weather the emanation of the dominion of such provides good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem