‘tis too soon to call,
But I couldn’t fight my falls
To sent you roses and kisses,
To fill your desires & wishes
Your love makes me whole
unfold mysteries thus fold
Your love is true & faithful
‘tis pleasant & yet bountiful
Your beauty never sleeps
It sit on the mountain steep.
Bliss in the heavens be won,
My heart is pumping for you.
My ambition’s ever endless
Passion storm doth priceless
Dance me to the end of love,
Into a fresh beautiful moves.
I’ll never write a sad songs,
Or strike heart with thongs
I’ll Never let a single tear falls,
I Handle with care, when call.
In the hour of grief and pains,
In the gloomiest hour of rains
My heart lives it solemn vows,
Endless love my heart will sow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem