Do you remember, my dear?
The day we first, had met?
The moment, when I had a tear?
Our smiles, our talk, and, where we set?
The place was pleasant, I would say,
Full with cakes and more,
And what we had decided that day,
With much affection and adore.
You talked of yours, I of mine,
As if Time, had no end, and I
Liked your style, your voice,
And said, ' All is nice, Please, Give me your hand '.
When we first had met,
I felt , YOU, are very much for Me!
The same feeling, I have today, that
Our life is, what we hope to see!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem