So what is love? If thou wouldst know
The heart alone can tell:
Two minds with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
And whence comes Love? Like morning bright
Love comes without thy call.
And how dies Love? A spirit bright,
Love never dies at all.
- Maria Lovell (trans.)
What a lovely and most beautiful poem. I think the author is Friedrich Halm, if I am not mistaken. Thank-you for posting.
What a lovely and most beautiful poem. I think the author is Friedrich Halm, if I am not mistaken. Thank-you for posting.
Thanks Sharon,
The book I had only had the translator
“Love never dies at all”
Love dies and survives again, but stays its Spirit true,
if not in me, then it’s in you.
When I let my love to dye, I am left with a desert inside,
so quickly I have to water what is left,
even if it’s nothing,
it is enough to grow my visionary cactus of love there-
with pricles of non love and only one bud of love.
When I let my love to live…
Oh, let me leave my love inside.
I don’t know English very well, but I understanded this poem (I’m very glad:-) And I liked it very much, it’s very beautiful!