I love you, i love you,
But the world doesn't know,
the early dawn birds sing in praise of
the fluttering trees,
peacefully and joyously they sing and sing,
the song of love, the song of joy-
I love you, i love you,
But the world doesn't know.
It says,
When i sing the pleasant,
the world do kiss,
but, oh! when i fail,
they curse me great deal well,
I love you, I love you,
But the world doesn't know.
my nests that rest upon your
muscular branches,
my kids who cry out their first cries,
the dancing leaves that hang upon your trunks,
that's all you have, still-
I love you, I love you,
But the world doesn't know,
the thirsty birds sing
with all their sweat and gratitude,
I love you, I love you,
But the world doesn't know.
Sweet, lovely poem, Piyush. Thank you for sharing and thank you for your kind comments on my poem Violin' Elaine George
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Piyush, It is a sweet melodious song. Lovely. Thanks for our comments!