Our homes are built on different lands
But our minds meet over oceans
We reach out touching loving hands
That mixed our passion’s potion.
Different cultures, differing words
They said it couldn’t last
I know to most, it seems absurd
But that was in the past.
Old writings tell a happy tale
And our future’s filled with love,
My love for her will never fail
The one I’m thinking of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem