This Piece was inspired by my friend, a 'Special Lady' whose graces I can’t over-extol
I crave your touch but I dare not ask
To craft your rave in it I bask
It melts my heart to watch you leave
My will ‘n’ zeal you live to cleave
Your sweet company I do bemuse
As the heavens you sent to be my muse
Your sacred light you cannot hide
My wandering feet it’s meant to guide
Your inspiring words the meat I dine
Your sweet amity I drank as wine
The benign elf I do adore
My life affirm your gracious ardor
In my cells your tales are told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your inspiring words, true its soulful feelings