as night descends to tell story of love,
yonder breeze ripples on to touch green,
chord of tangent curves melody to crave,
for wounds of love to heal up in unison.
voice inebriates from strings of symphony,
night falters to sleep being graced of dream,
elation longs to prolong onto dregs of dawn,
with symmetry of sharing art carves to course.
love rejoices on lap of exuberance to accord,
as night whispers word resounds to rebound,
vale of tune intones to blossom beneath oak,
for light of love to engross upon convergence.
Memoir exalts to reminisce cry of obscurity,
blue shies on lips of tide before it ebbs out,
for etching gloss to gleam by dream in heaven,
falling mist sings glimpse of love by songs of joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful love poem, Dr. Kar