So this is Love and the Rich Vein it applied,
The Byronic Verse and Blue April skies.
All thoughts of you are maddeningly hectic,
Thoroughly charged like ‘Dylan' gone electric.
For the Rubicon is crossed and the Standard now flown,
I'm every Fourth of July by the sentiments shown.
The 1812 Overture when the Cannons explode,
I'm the Fifth dancing Pilgrim on the Yellow Brick Road.
Running like Archimedes down the Street in a Whirl,
And crazed Jimmy Cagney on top of the World.
So this is Love in all its moods,
It's Kaleidoscopic shades and attitudes.
All ‘Ode to Joy' in a Choral burst,
The Ale of life by which we thirst.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem