No flower as lovely as thee
Only you can give me glee
No mem’ry of yours ever vain
Spontaneously sweet like the flow of rain.
No love ever true
Than the love I have for you
None of us ever knew
When do we find our love anew.
No line is ever smart
If it didn’t come from heart
Nor there is word ever colorful
That could deeply mark the soul.
No love could ever grow
If it wouldn’t come from you
There’s no one I truly adore
But only you and nothing more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem