When I own the moonlit sky,
Will I covet the candle-lit chamber?
When I own the red rose,
Will I covet the wild flower?
When I own the greatest love,
Will I covet for a fake one?
When I love the one who loved me,
Will I seek love from anyone else?
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I would like to translate this poem
When I own the greatest love, Will I covet for a fake one? the reality of love is a mystery. love remains a mystery always. tony