My Love, when I had played on your lap,
I was young and a youth with colorful dreams,
superseding the angry reflection in the rainbow,
high jumping to the mountain of Everest,
The cacti in our land have pierced our mind,
The thorny seeds sprout into seed bearing trees,
My Love, your skirt's edge is decorated with a tech lace,
torn fabric is not even patched, left to the lights,
My Love, You are so beautiful with such a cute eyes,
the perfect teeth hidden mouth always has the smile,
never complained of any ills and evils in your fine hair,
What should I do for you to have a full make over?
My Love, You are always my breath and life,
I enjoyed you under shiny sun and cooling moon,
beside the roaring beach and behind the snow covering,
hill, where our stream of eternal hope originate,
to run as the wild water ways to end as tributaries,
My Love, who you are and where you dwell,
in every person who stay and run away from this land,
I see you, My love as a pauper and a prosperous..
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I would like to translate this poem
eternal hope originate, eternal love,