No moment of my life is passed without you,
I think it is madness, for my love is true.
Sometimes I wake up and remember thy love.
Your love for me is all earthly things above.
What a madness!
A sleepless watching the sky starry.
In hope,
Of coming his love, the sweetest strawberry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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