Red spilled wine,
The groom of love is with instatiate greed of life at times!
Blue ribbons of love,
With an unexpected groom from the maid;
Like the love affairs that never was.
Hook, shook!
But, the truth will lead yout to true-love;
Building up the bridges of peace.
Late, elate!
The truth will lead you to righteousness;
Because, true-love never dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem