The weather changes at its own will,
But it was so delightto kiss your lips.
At the night time,
Visible to the eyes of the human beings;
But, it was so delight to romance your body.
The melody of your heart and the rhythm of your love,
And of the great works of your body to share with mine;
But, it was so delight to make love to you.
Invisible as the mind and to eat at the cemetery!
And like home without mothers and fathers;
But, it was so delight to love your passion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem