This tale of love leaves the hearts of many
Aching to take this very walk themselves
The lass is absent, yet all good thoughts
To her regress, in her arms
There was no duress.
Those strong releases of emotions
Will it ever be forgotten?
Those thought, the love we penned to the pleasure,
Will it ever come back to thy path?
The adventure that thou does create,
And here the words do so relate.
Look back at yesterday
And bid goodbye to those strong
Release of emotions
Thou had penned while waiting
For manners from heaven
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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