Always on awakening
your voice
calling me: “Darling...”
as if the first flower
Spring has called upon
Love blossoming
into a smile
that becomes
this kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flowers may bloom all spring and all summer....but there is nothing to compare with that FIRST flower's bloom - - especially after a long cold winter, Right? ?