Something happens in February
That I can’t explain.
Life at its best
Is on another plain.
Many fall in love,
While others grow closer.
Life seems sweeter—
And relationships rosier.
Floral arrangements
Of special design.
Sentimental gifting
Of every kind.
Something happens in February
It’s all in the air;
And though I can’t explain,
It is felt everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem