A lovely flower, of lovely tones for the heart,
Yearn to hold tightly and preserve it in the mind,
To soothe the eyes and cool the passions,
Like a rainbow, pleasing, a crying child.
Fragrance of breath thrills the sinking heart,
Delights the mind and love blooms afresh.
Beautiful souls are friends on all times,
In bliss, fun, amusement, distress and grief.
True love has her words to deliver her beauty,
Like colourful butterflies and humming bees,
Mesmerizing and made dumb and numb,
Want to suck the love of her nectar, to pollinate her.
Mating of love souls deliver luscious fruits,
And flowers melodious hues, a divine gift to mankind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, love is a divine gift to mankind. Loved reading the poem and added to my poem list
Thanks Sir.