Is there a real love once in a lifetime?
or is it our feelings convincing us there is one?
can we just ignore this feeling?
or it is something that is meant to be?
can we be like a deserted place haunted by gosts,
for our hearts belong not to us but others?
or is it our pleasure to live away from our hearts?
is it destiny or imagination to be believed in?
mind me not two birds in love,
but my mind is questioning:
are we trusting our imagination just that simple?
or it is destiny we follow?
once I thought if I can believe in my imagination,
so can I imagine myself happily never until the end of time?
I believe our true love is all over us found in nature
for I myself true love is roses:
always cheerful and smiling to me
giving me the most precious gift in my life
an odour of Daisy and Carnation
a color of violet and plum
a softening touch dearer than Orients and Emeralds
a painted portrait in the origin with no lie
I can resist not giving up my all to nature
for beauty and perfection truly found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem