True love is the realisation of your otherself, Your deepest connection and missing link, Once a person has done that happiness gushes in their life like an eternal oasis
And to lead a life not founded on true love is clear self-denial, self-robbery and a suicidal dive into the murky waters of bitterness and unhappiness
Thou art bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh
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I would like to translate this poem