The Forests are wide green and hidden.
In a mist of white and gold.
The bush my love for thee is green, she
Brought her dream of love to me.
When her heart is sad and filled
With pain and if I could make it well.
If with my love is there to feel inside,
she in this life could but only love again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem