'She was wondering
at the way I treated her
the way I love
and the way I care
for it was a love
so tender and certain
like a garden
full of blooming flowers
and lots of birds and bees
it's so amusing
to think of her ways
that it seems
she does not know
the love I gave
was a reflection
of who I am as a man.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem