You, a short prose, and I, a haiku so fine,
Together, let's create a literature divine,
From the emotions blossoming between us two,
Inscribing our story, both tender and true.
To fill the pages of my book with your name,
A desire burns within me, an eternal flame,
More fervent than the billion stars above,
But time is fleeting, and years we have but a few
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem