Solitary white lily in the field
Danced bare in the wind
Swaying, invitingly shaking her head
Caressing wind, balmy kissed
On the floral decorated valley bed
Hanged spring's lacey dew
Passion surging, lovers embraced
Swaying blissfully in a union of two
Gently crooning, song of valley
Fluttering pretty angels, come greeting
Sun unveiling morning-after beauty
Lovers reluctantly disengage, awakening
Blissfully contented, dawn breaking
You have added another love story of personified objects. Imagining Lily and the wind as two lovers who were constrained to be separated from the embrace in a lovely wet night as the dawn has started peeping and disturbing presents a lovely romanticism.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Passion surging, lovers embraced Swaying blissfully in a union of two In the lover's corner, let the lily and the wind remain in deep embrace! Don't peep! Enjoyed!