The scent of lavender
lavishly roams in my nose
but it is just imagination.
The touch of the softest grass
grasps and tickles my toes
but it is only imagination
A sip of superbly brewed coffee
cozily entices my taste buds
but it is in my imagination
The most sweet tunes of a flute
flush my inner ear with sweetness
but it is just in my imagination
Then, I look at you,
b-you-tiful as ever;
it is real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful way to praise the lady in your life.