What deep for love, too deeply
Warmed up a spring day as through
Had been impressed therein
This hand, left denuded of;
And not Autumn in!
Dainty little maple leaf
While you still can, with unasked for
Assistance swing to caress;
So in passing am re- assured
Of that swept feelingness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem