I could be yours,
And would I in you like find?
So far away,
I do so long, I would to you give,
Lost in you.
On fire at night are you not?
Yet for my age,
And you in your youth,
I am he in the book that you read.
I to who long,
I to you would belong.
Lost in you,
A light in your night's.
Would it be love or fancy
A lark.
I would plunge deeply,
Into the sea.
Waves crashing on rocks
Tossed and lost.
I would leave you, my dear,
Deaf, dumb and blind.
Like your scarf in the wind,
And yes I would,
Love is blind, would you me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem