The bonds of love, the fragrance of life,
A whiff of past winds blows my youth left far behind,
In those mystic days with her misty smiles,
She brought the gentle breeze in my life.
Like the tenderness of the morning rose,
And the dew drops which trickle and kindle,
Love with devotion - to love and be loved,
A bondage, yet freedom, with limitations of romantic imagination.
Her Warm whispers draw me near,
With the melody of our romance in air,
I lift my head up and pick her song,
The flow of which is this poem from my heart to hers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem