Dearest Love, though you would
have me surrender my preservation
I cannot be made to move when
your fancy springs from my imagination
all your charms and all your harms
are softened with a thought
and if you ask why I loved so
dare I say I dare forgot
I thought well and so loved well
till loved enough you sink
beneath all reflection.
I loved too well I think
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Impressive poem. Love can be wonderful source of inspiration