Landing on the romantic meadow with a picture,
I finally found you a midst the twilight.
We wandered among the orchids of the deep valley,
Like a fragrant mist, your arms soothes my heart.
Believe in mind did i that love is lot,
Handed over to fate, to miss you for all my days to come.
`Tis an angel's pure heart, offered to thee,
Waiting in the depths, standing still for your promise.
Landing at the home of love with a picture,
Scented by the wind were the aroma, I pondered,
How could i represent my deep love for you with a single flower?
Taking only the blooming time, to be with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem