Another year will pass
with the magic of spring
where all of the treasure of nature is awakening
and somehow it will be different from the last
while that season will be fleeting
before summer in its glory will come
and blossoms will find a happy home
in fruit from the time that they were flowering
and perhaps it will be the same
in the seasons of the heart
and at a time we will no longer part
while I will be happy that you did came
and in this place of loneliness
there will be sweet, sweet bliss
while all of life might feel as only being for this day
and no other coming year might be as this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem