Like drizzling dew
Falling from a place high
Reaching unworthy ends
Drying up like fuel
Not a mark it keeps
But to the heart it melts
To the letter it fades
An hour coming with sorrow
Another it brings joy
Mixed in kissing lips
Binding hearts together
To others it is nothing
Love it is but a tear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An hour coming with sorrow Another it brings joy Mixed in kissing lips Binding hearts together...tear, love, union of hearts..... very nice poem my dear poet. tony