Sad emotions unclothed...
Naked and unprotected.
Plain in view to the heart of brain...
May seem to you or I, shamely insane.
How might we view this course? ...
Saddened, true, our sighted source.
Truest colors inflamed to art...
Inhued to best, our lov'ed heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem