Oh young Goddess,
Under your will, I retain my trust.
I cannot help neither the incentive of my heart nor its mystery,
Only noting I am conscious that it hunts for your delicate innocence.
Untouched and pure as gold, you are.
Divine and heavenly as pure as stars, your eyes,
And the origin of thy beauty. So illicit but so honest,
Your love, it repels but attracts me,
Onward into infinite cycles of paradoxes!
But merely I can only have reverence
For thy Garden of Eden, my young Goddess.
And eminently so, never can I serve as your forbidden fruit.
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I would like to translate this poem
Why, thank you! I wrote this in thought of a beautiful young lady. I should clarify that I am almost as young a she is, but have an age difference of 3 years, taboo in our society during high school.