During an early dawn of a spring
My soul takes me to a dreamy garden
I see a budding rose
She smiles on her suppressed lips
And ask me
Who are you?
The rose blossoms like an autumn dew
And turns an eve
I am amazed and ask her
Who are you dear
She replies, 'I am your dream
I live in your soul
When you feel me
I come to you
When you touch me
I am within you.
Dedicated to a young woman who left me forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem