I know o my love
Haunts you flower
And the colors of bower
Of the butterflies
For you I bring
The beautiful wing
And the garlands of petals
The selected and wild
Perfuming and mild
Roses like your cheeks
Bosom as you breathe
And your arm’s wreath
These colorful wings
Mouthpiece of mood
Happy and rude
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely poem that has the roses and peach in her cheeks --complexion