Brought me to the crossroads and i sided with the enjoyable option
As if i was arranging flowers
I picked out the darkest azzalea
Held it to my heart and bid it speak of love
Of my lovers crimson lips and pale apearance
I chose the road at the crossroads the only road i could take it took me to our nest
Regardless of Hamlet the wind
That brought a dramatic change of conciousness
First in the forest, then by the crystal stream,
In the valley there were more red flowers
qualities charmed me and put a spell on me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem