Felt this feeling once before,
Wine and low-lit lights of yore.
Yours it was, conjoined with mine
Overture to our love's own time
Launched like Helen's thousand ships
With hopeful hearts, down tender slips,
Tuned to the wavelength of 70s youth
Exploring only naked truth
Sailing seas in search of life
Lass her husband … Lad his wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely piece, written perhaps for 'Ellen of Troyes'?