When bevies of ladies
Like a web of honey
Whispers sweet sound of love
Irking and unyielding
Into my eardrums
I refuse to dance
Because I love you
Let their music play
Play to its crescendo
I will not dance
My wind
Remained still and unshaken
Because I love you
For behold!
Your love echoes
Louder than sound and music
Into my pleasant ears.
And when your wind blew
It blew the coolness in my body
And shook me to dance
In the garden of your love.
Thanks Robert Murray Smith for your kind comments on this poem. I appreciate.
In the garden of your love. My love went only to your direction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Robert Murray Smith for your beautiful comment on this poem. I appreciate.