My fair maiden love,
Our love seasons‘re tough,
Our path remains yet rough,
But in you, i share all bluff.
All my wrongs you do not see
You sail my worst on the farth'st sea,
You make our love the rarest key,
For it only opens the door for you an'd me.
Now I love you in my dearest sum,
I shall faulter not even in heaviest storm,
Or the moment that may tempest come,
For this love shall forever rare our form.
Our love shall bear a theme,
A theme that will form a team.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
uncryptically romantic. I like this.