Author: Roy clift Irish poet
I love you,
Not only because of your appearance,
But also because,
When I'm with you,
My appearance.
I love you,
Not only because of everything you've done for me,
But also because,
For you,
What can I do?
I love you,
Because you can scream,
A real part of me.
I love you,
Because you crossed the wilderness in my heart,
As easy as sunlight penetrating the crystal,
My stupidity,
My weakness,
It hardly exists in your eyes.
The most beautiful place in my heart,
But your light shines,
No one will bother to do so much,
Everyone else thinks it is too much trouble to find.
So no one has ever found my beauty,
So no one has been here.
I love you,
Because you made me understand,
Life is unbearable,
You didn't put me,
As an inn on your journey,
But a pious temple in my heart;
For my job,
And my daily trivialities,
You didn't blame,
But to sing for me.
I love you,
Because of what you gave me,
Far more than any vow of eternal love,
It's for my own good,
You gave it to me,
More important than any help,
All for my happiness.
You gave me so much,
Without a contact,
Without saying a word,
There is no hint.
You gave me so much,
Just because you are you.
Maybe that's what being friends is all about,
The ultimate truth.
English original poem:
"love"
Roy croft
I love you,
Not only because of who you are,
But because of who I am.
When I'm with you.
I love you,
Not just for what.
Your achievements,
But for what?
You are making fun of me.
I love you
for me
You brought it out;
I love you
Because you put your hand on
Walk into my piled heart
And passing by
All stupid, fragile things
You can't help.
Vaguely see there,
And for extraction.
Walk into the light
All the beautiful things
No one has seen it.
You can find it far away.
* I love you because of you
Is helping me make
The wood in my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
Unemployed
Every day of mine.
Not blame.
But a song.
I love you
Because you've already done it
More important than any creed
I could have done it.
Make me better.
More important than any fate.
I could have done it.
To make me happy.
You did it.
No contact,
Without saying a word,
Without warning.
You did it.
Be yourself.
Maybe that's why
Being friends means,
After all.
Extended data:
1, love is great, it can dialysis everything, dig out the most precious thing in the lover's heart, and make it shine brilliantly. It can also change everything, make cowards brave and selfish people generous. Love will bring out the truest part of people's hearts.
Roy Croft is a controversial "character". There is no introduction about his life in any literature, even the date of birth and death, and there are no photos. As for saying that he is Irish, it is only a legend, and some people think that he is American.
3. Its life is estimated to be 1905+0980. Roy published a 28-page collection of poems at his own expense on 1979, among which the most famous poem is Love. This book of songs often appears at weddings and is always quoted. There is a saying that Roy himself does not exist, but a way for someone to publish translated poems.
4. The poem "Love" itself is translated from the German poem "Ich Liebe Dich" by Austrian poet Erich Fried. His collection of poems can't be found now, and he didn't even leave a name. The company that publishes poetry is called Blue Mountain Art Company (Blue Mountain Art Company). In Colorado, the main business is to publish books for those who are willing to pay.
Many books have been published for decades, but the quality of these books is uneven, and the print runs are different according to the author's economic strength. Someone first tried to find this collection of poems in the 1990s, but because of its age, the company couldn't find any books and records.
References:
Baidu Encyclopedia: Love