Him -
Dear O' mine to thee beseech
A thought of worry in thy Pearls I lose
A shine so shimmery glow they teach
You beauty, Me beast I was confuse
The curve of lips I wish to reach
Two Wonders of Blue steal all the views
No pain it gifts thy realms of reach?
In paths of care they do induce?
Her -
O' Lord of Heaven to thee I speak
For the glow of Pearls thy soul it shows
Shine of shimmer on its verge of peak
As a mind unlived of My master's doze
Curve of red with the digs of His cheek
My Wonders of Blue no facts oppose
A chance of pain it stays but bleak
A wish at will in the paths I chose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem