In each heart there is a title,
A title for a warming love,
Waiting for to be in love,
What is more vital?
That question is quite idle,
For the beauty of a turtledove,
Will always remain a love,
Love is the beginning title.
Shall we then open the doors,
To all those wondering souls?
Wanting no more than love's sweet music,
Will they understand the game of cupid?
Well, the heart shall take control,
And the girl shall become yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful romantic poem.........................