The ringing of the bells,
The fluttering in the air,
The sweet thought,
Of being a gem of someone’s heart.
The blinding jewels,
The crystal clear stones,
Hang clutching at the heart of gold,
Increasing the beauty,
Of a newly happy blossomed heart.
On the most auspicious day,
The intended was made to feel,
The queen beauty of the day,
With flowers and sweet fragrance,
Twittering all through to her new home.
And the innocent life,
Proceeding in the footsteps,
Of her heart’s captor in a trance,
In a dream leaving her childhood home,
With much pain and joy in her heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem