So lovely on that morn
when our kisses were born,
beauty had joy forever
and somehow we did change,
but it did not feel strange,
I wish it to be never
much different from this
a fragile kind of kiss,
the flower wilts however.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice piece. Wouldn't it be great if the newness and excitement of a beginning relationship could last forever? I really the beautiful way this piece is worded.