I look thru’ the window, the sky is blue
Yes the turtle doves are cooing
The same song I dreamt I sang!
The wind gushes in through my window
As caring only as love can be.
Lingering still, the perpetual fragrance,
The uncommon delicacy of your nectar.
Emphasis laid on the buzz in my heart.
Humming the tunes of the turtle doves.
This can only be Love!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem