Seeking foreign classic love poems. thank you

There is an unspeakable secret in my heart. Now I am a living sacrifice. Who knows except you? If I were a bird, I would fly around your window, flapping my wings from morning till night and sing love songs for you. If I were a shuttle, I would let your white fingers weave my spring Sauvignon Blanc into yarn and cloth. If I were a grass, I would grow in the wild to pave the way for you. As long as I can kiss your feet, I will let you step into the mud. Sighs fill my bedding, and worries soak my pillow. Don't wait for the early bird to wake up the dream, which has been wet with tears. Even if there are thousands of words, how can I express my heart? Only my fiery heart can send you a piano music. A red rose, translated by British Burns Yuan Kejia, "My love is like a red rose, blooming in June"; Ah, my love is like a piece of music, so beautiful. You are such a beautiful girl, and I love you so much; Dear, I will love you forever until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. Until the seas dry up, dear, until the sun melts the rocks; I will love you forever, dear, as long as the flow of life is endless. Goodbye, my only love, let me say goodbye to you for a while; I will come back, dear, even though we are separated from Wan Li. Even if all your youth and beauty are gone, even if all your youth and beauty are gone like tomorrow's phantom, please believe that I will love you sincerely forever, and I will love you as much as I do today. Even if my beautiful youth is gone, I will use all my loyal wishes to make you beautiful like this forever. When you lose your lovely youth and beauty today, your beauty is washed away by tears. At that time, you will believe in my faithful love and my heart will never change. It will always love you, and my heart will never change, just like a sunflower always faces the sun, whether the sun sets or rises. When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your past eyes and their heavy shadows; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars. I dare not touch your lovely hand because you gave me an order. Look, my beautiful girl, how obedient I am to you. I dare not talk about love with you again, because you gave me an order; Look, my beautiful girl, how loyal I am to your orders. I never dare to woo you again, because you gave me an order; Look, my beautiful girl, how I suppress my feelings. When I see you, I dare not follow you again; Because you gave me orders; Look, my beautiful girl, I obey your orders like this. Finally, you ordered me never to think about you again; I tell you, my beautiful girl, this is beyond my reach. Unless my poor heart is replaced by my neighbor's, unless my heart is dying-your orders are all in vain, because I can't help but miss your image. I remember the Soviet Union, I remember Russian Ye Saining, I remember my dear, I remember your soft hair shining; Fate has made me leave you, and my heart is heavy and sad. I remember those autumn nights when the leaves of birch trees rustled; May the days get shorter and the moonlight get longer. I remember you saying to me, "The good old days are about to be a thing of the past. You will forget me, dear, and pair up with other girlfriends." Now the bodhi tree has blossomed again, causing infinite melancholy in my heart; How gentle I was then, scattering petals on your curly hair. Ah, when I love others, my heart won't get cold. It will think of you from others and be as happy as reading a beloved novel. I remember that wonderful moment: you appeared in front of me, like a fleeting illusion, like a pure spirit. In the torment of despair and sadness, in the confusion of noise and illusion, your gentle voice echoed in my ears for a long time, and I can still see your lovely face in my sleep. Many years have passed. Violent passion dispelled past dreams, so I forgot your gentle voice and your angelic face. In the backcountry, in the dark life of imprisonment, my years just passed quietly, without divinity, inspiration, tears, life and love. Now the soul has begun to awaken: so you appeared in front of me, like a fleeting illusion, like a pure and beautiful spirit. My heart is beating with ecstasy, and everything wakes up for it. I have divinity, inspiration, life, tears and love. I once loved you. I once loved you: love may not be completely dead in my mind; I hope I won't bother you again; I don't want to upset you any more. I once loved you silently and hopelessly. I put up with shyness and jealousy. I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly. May God bless you, and another person will love you as much as I do. Your departure Persian Roudaki Peter Your departure is like a storm to me, uprooting my rambling life. Why is my whole body and mind tied to you? Is your curly fur actually scratching? Although human life is insignificant, your kiss is of great value-it can ignite a flame in my admired heart, and your departure will scorch my heart. I want to put my heart in the middle of stationery. I hold this touching book, and tears are scattered all over my clothes like stars; I picked up a bamboo pen and wrote you a reply, trying to put my heart in the middle of this letter.