The skies have so many stars above,
but I have you, my love.
The air is filled with the sound of the dove,
but I hear you, my love.
And if the stars fade from my sight
I still have you in the night.
And if the sound of the dove takes flight
I still hear you in the night.
And when the sounds and the sights are through,
it won’t make a difference, for I have you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem