None other is in my heart but you!
You are the tread of morning dew
That trails a path though my soul
Springs a love where rivers unroll…
You are like the Saffron Crocus
Precious; flower of all my focus
Singing desiring my hearts regales
You are the chorus of nightingales
I listened for when, all was dark
You are the unicorn’s hoofmark
I followed on air around the moon
The rainbow I pray will not, go soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How can anyone maintain a cold distance when there is talk of unicorn hoofmark existence? - Great romantic write.