English poem II

A reflection of thy heart do my eyes seek.

 

My love, pure, floweth through thy soul like a river,

 

As if by the vastness of the sea were it being completely engulfed.

 

Thy spell thou hast cast.

 

My entire thought shall now be nulled by thy entire being.

 

Thus utterly bewildered joy I find In fate.

 

Nay! By neither beauty nor love let us be separated.

 

Just like a ranging storm that with bleak despair

 

Doth a ship from its desired course depart.