you are laughter
you are mybeautiful but necesary dew, beauty of love
you are the music of the spheres
the eyes on the bridges
i habituate to simple mirages
devoted i enter your kindom as a pygmy
humble servant of the vission
widmills
only apreciating joy
having acertained joy from sorrow
having drunk juliets tears
havingdesiredthe oasis rather than hell
havid been kidnaped by love
my heart stolen
the throne of love cursed me
but im am pasionate by great beauty
i am happy never sad
love fills me with happynes as i lay in the rose bed
the lord purges the bad spirits from my inner heaven
in the garden flowers conspire to satisfy the satmake him s= laugh and sing enraptured
bessoted
possesed with happynes
but i have been habituated to love
i search your presence in the forest
i find a harp whose music charms me into you
inside i desire you
not the undersirable
but to the end of the begining of the suns future reign
lasting like images in my mind, descriptions of you.
will i know you
will i pluck treasure out of your tree
i won't shy away
i will reveal myself in the meadow under the lake
reveal your beauty
i am the key to the lock
that reveals the secret garden
because you and i would do anything for love
you the mountain that gives birth to the pure stream
sometimes i wait for you in the forest, with feeling the heat of the vibrant embers of a, sacrifice on the altar of love
where it is quiet and there are just echoes of you, then i see the landscape and i can hear everything
i never want that laughter to end.
i want it to end in your arms
i have the key to the palace
i trust the fire to burn endlessly
light the way to your bower
the snowflakes fall in winter
spring has redemption for me
i pluck my favourite daysies in the green meadow
where i wait for you
untill you come, when you come, bring ambrosia
i will give you jewels
satisfy your need, curiosity about the stories that run the world memories that arouse our melancholy, and we melt
as we dance round the fountain.
stories the gods tell
secrets of you hearts content
i dont know where they are going, they go out then they go home
like the spring river goes through the forest to the salt sea/
the are quick like fireworks
the vibrant coloured fish swim wildly, like your waist
ive waited for you long
never disrespecting the tiny details on the way to your home
danced in the waltz of secrets
has your feast begun
i lift your veil to reveal you
the beautifull
yo who change things for ambrosia
my curiosity is endless seaching for sensuality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem