An April Fool
Making fun, for long time
Meant to be main part of
The first day of April…
But mine is most foolish
Entwined with dreams
Intend to get married!
My wife is half my age,
And she is a virgin…
Smart, nice, clever
Is my young flower…
I thought hard and told her:
"You are young, we'd better
Drop this, forget it…"
Deep in heart I prayed:
"Hope she won't accept it."
Though recent is our game
I feel like have known her
For all of hours in
The life of Mother Earth.
She cried like shower
Of the rain in summer
Each drop was pebble
Of stone, the hardest!
In times of troubles
Of virus and borders
Separate are lovers,
We chat like toddlers
Using the screens,
Stare and round our lips
To enjoy childish kiss.
In garden of lovers
Our bud is an infant,
Must grow, blossom
With care of gardeners
And help of supporters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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