I don’t know why my love for you
Always makes me think the impossible
Though for your love I wander like a monk
Most of the time I remain calm and cool
I think of the Moon;
Why does not it fall on the Earth
And break into pieces like a disc of glass
Then my lover’s only rival would vanish
No poet would ever write on its beauty
And the world would always say that
I have found as my lover the most beautiful lass
I think of the Roses;
I think I could crush them all
And dump them like a heap of dirt
When a flower would bloom somewhere
They would say that the flower is
As beautiful as the face of his sweetheart
but tell me, to enhance beauty, do we have to crush the existing? liked the intensity of emotion...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written! Your words are so profounded that I can feel your emotions through every lines. Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece. I enjoyed it.