Their hearts were lonely searching for the one and only
In wander they follow the trail of love tale
Though disciplined, they never claimed to be perfect
In the winter rain they met, knowing each other they never regret
Though stiff opposition arises but they never miss their chances
Can you hear the foley reaching out in volley?
Though never being to Burnley but often enjoy their homey
Never had heart break cos they never take the bait
With freeness they forgive transgression cos their hearts are pure in complexion
No cheating, no lying, almost absolute completion
Honey hearts with no cunny cos the world is not funny
Playing love under the mango tree cos they look beyond what people see
This is real love, this is where they want to be
Stunning the doubters just like a rattling bee
See the art of love, they never meant to puff
People ask how they got this chemistry of trust
They respond, 'we are two virgin hearts'
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I would like to translate this poem