Oh my lover be,
See the red roses on that tree.
You enchant me,
You make me ecstatic.
Oh lover be.
Your aura looks like Heaven sent angels.
You look like a faint color picture.
You look like a garden of delight.
Oh lover be.
When I look at you, I change.
You give me charges.
You give me faint feelings too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem