Watching a portrait [La un portret]
I lose myself when watch your face
As if in holy joy I melt,
And in my soul returns with grace
The longing that on earth I felt.
And with a love complete and great
Your portrait gently I caress,
And I forget our feud and hate,
And I forget my sore distress.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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