The festoon glory that comes
within love’s pagoda tree
with its branches like arms
stretching out around thee.
You savour love’s droplets
like the sweet juices from the vine,
nurturing the beauty
to last longer than time,
be captivated with
the gentle harbouring love
that it brings
deep within the melancholy
of the joys of spring.
16 July 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply lovely, David, touching and romantic,10 for this, thanks, Lynda xx