Love!
Forgive me for taking your flower;
For, i dearly love your perfect red rose.
Love!
It comes out on its own free will;
Straight from the heart.
Life!
Like the golden ring;
And, to wear it gladly with the sweet muse of love.
Muse!
In the beautiful garden of love;
Bloomed with the muse of joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem