Gustavo Cunha

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.