The voices raised are not of anger,
but of rejoicing somewhere,
their singing out a song of love,
at a wedding party out there,
while a bride and a groom,
look forward to a blissful honeymoon.
Where their love can consummate,
and can begin to grow.
Everyone will wish them well,
a safe journey through life,
to them both,
so they can scale the hurdles,
of sorrow and strife.
So they can see happiness,
through each sunny dawn,
and walk to the sunset,
together forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They have a long and hard road ahead of them...