Behind the fountain in the garden
Is a love seat
A mosaiced wonder crafted by you
How wonderful to sit there
In the cool shade, on a hot summer day
Sipping tea from your lips
Letting our fingers meander, with thoughts
That turn to innocent mischief
Seeing your eyes twinkle
I smile, yes
We kiss tenderly
Playing with the sun and the shadows
The garden's warm breeze
Infuses the evening flowers
With the sweet scent of our longing
Behind the fountain
What a divinely lyrical and beautiful image - what a truly beautiful poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very sweet poem Anita. words flow is very smooth and lovely.