Do I have to explain?
Do I have to say?
Why you are for me,
Like a rose of May?
Somebody may say,
That I am,
Too romantic in my way!
But for real,
I can write or say
What I feel today!
That is my way!
Do you mind, my dear,
If I see you this way?
As a rose of May?
Really…it is so sweet,
To feel you this way!
My flower of May!
I feel you everyday, this way!
What can I more say?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A THING OF BEAUTY IS A JOY FOR EVER - John Keats. A beautiful romantic poem, well articulated and subtly penned. Your employment of simile to drive home your conviction is both appropriate and poetically remarkable. A nice piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.