I am falling in love
with a secret admirer,
who is not so secret any longer.
He is the fast moving,
enigmatic gardener
who blooms with the flowers,
of unknown origins
and indistinguishable beauty,
beside every of my forest pathways
as I step in perfect timing
with my awes.
He sees it all (smiles)
and plants the evermore~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem