Oh what a fool you think me
To return to the shelter
Of my lover's arms
To return to his kisses
And the circle of his love.
Oh what a fool I must be
To change my mind
The flighty thing I am
And return to my lover
And the circle of his love.
Oh what a fool, I am
To know what is to come
And yet not to spurn it
But to face it head on
In the circle of his love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem