Putting me at an aim
Your love resuscitates my life.
With joyance I write
This ‘Billet Doux’ loosening all grief.
I know not how you look
Nor where you stay.
But I love you
Till the stars shine in the sky.
As I hear your voice
When every bird warbles.
And feel your fragrance
When every flower blossoms.
Making my mind obsessed
With your virtual presence.
You heal the wound of my heart
At any circumstance.
Men may laugh at my madness
But must I say
‘You are my love’
Hoping for best all night and day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Romantique et délicate. Belle lettre d'amour! ! ! !