F-eel the warmth of the sun,
L-et it shine on your shoulder;
O-ne new morn is breaking,
R-ainy cold night is over.
I-'ll feel the warmth of your birth,
D-ay twenty in bright July;
A-llow me to see the dawn as the dark dusk passes by.
B-e ready to feel the warmth
O-f one rhyme that I write;
N-ew touch of tenderness
U-ses joy and pure delight.
S-weet greeting and regards
T-ry to make tears vanish;
R-ed flame will burn the beacon,
O-nce you feel the warmth of my wish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem