There is only one pretty image of love Which dominates our souls and minds. It's the true love that never dissolves Itself, but it remains everlasting. It's pure and platonic in its shape and Content wherever it dwells or stays. It's the pretty image of a love that Sweeps all our sweet and lovely emotions. It's only a true image and permanent In its giving and pretty sublimity. It's always sublime and great in true Lovers wherever it goes or resides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem