Come and lie on my lap my beloved.
I shall caress you and comfort you.
Relieve yourself from stress.
Be calm and quiet.
Bide awhile,
sleep awhile on my cosy lap.
I am yours.
Under the flower tree
I sit with him on my lap
and play mellifluent melodies
on my little flute.
I play and sing only for him.
He is my lover
and my only one,
for whom my purple heart beats.
I am yours. I play and sing only for him. He is my lover Song of Joy.................... well done.
Beautiful picture you have portrayed. touch of comfort, scent of flower, sweet melodies for ears, serene scenary for eyes, and taste of love.......... all the five senses are working together. wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hhmmmmmm soooooo Beauuuuuuuuuutiful.