(for Annelize)
While I am lost in poetry's endevour
daily I do with the writing labour
words for you burn in me like fever
where I deem to love you forever
do wish to win much more than your favour,
want to the loveliest things to you sing
pray that God will you into my life bring
where mere moments with you I do savour
daily I do with the writing labour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem