Then again I stare, 
Through the finite circles of thy eyes
And just upon the last one, 
A simple most wondrous star appears
Bright as if fate, 
Lucid and true, 
For within it's never ending rays; 
Love only reflects all the way back to me, 
And that’s what I only see.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem