Take me to fields of green-
Where wishes hide,
I want to marry you,
Amongst the clovers-
Upon the hill.
I want to spend eternity,
Wrapped in blankets-
Of emerald green.
Floating on a platform,
of damp velvet pillows,
Each wrapping-
itself tightly and,
Caressing each curve-
Of my body.
You whisper,
' this is the beginning of forever. '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful write...., a pleasure to read.... I loved the last line.