could I stir the heavens with my finger
and set our stars for a second to linger
and set in Cupid's right one hundred bows
and in his left hand one thousand arrows
to aim! yet would he miss
and your lips forever my denied kiss
and to these skies I conceal my woes
and of my Love, no body knows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem