ill my goblet with love

And let me quaff it to drunkenness

You! Beautiful dove!

Your beauty is my sickness

You avoid looking into my eyes

Struggling to prison the secret in your heart

But your caress of the dog

Exposes you!

Reveals you!

…It is too affectionate for a dog.

Both of us know

What the other endeavors not to show

Both of us cherish the dream

And hope to get the extreme!

…To keep the ember agleam.

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