And she is but the dream
Of a foolish heart such as mine
A dream of great beauty and wonder
A dream of such sweet delights
She is as said to be beyond all measure
The spring, summer, autumn combined
The endless ever changing beauty
Which serves this soul such joy
She is a muse, lady inspiration
The bride of all impossibility
The bride of all such dreams
She is and always shall be
A beacon of love to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem