With you on the throne
I really am not alone
In this city lying alone
In quiet from the cyclone.
Stillness in the air
Along that pregnant clone
Is a stir of despair
For a city not stillness-prone.
Still, am not alone!
When I walk into the garden
You take over my heart
Over again I fall for you, my maiden
Far down I see you, my sweetheart.
When you step into the place
You take over the space
Deep within, I feel the grace
With you inside, I win the race.
I really am not alone!
When I look through the garden
Your face on that red rose is golden
Your smile keeps me acting fool
And the fireworks are so cool.
Then I know, am not alone!
Gentle as wind blowing through bamboo
Your pretty face is glowing on my solitude
That beauty blows my mind boo
And in your love, I find a plenitude.
Truly am not alone, my Queen!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem