I was right
to let you read my book
Every page and chapter
For this I rest on hope
Only death put us apart
Love is colorful
A complex beauty
I'll paint your world
It pains less with a soft brush
Look around with open eyes
Rows of roses lies in our gerden
Filling the air, sweetly smelling
They have thorns hurting sometimes
When I pick them for you
It makes me smile, your bright face
I've watched the sun rising
From golden to bright shine
From warm to hot
So there's a shelter and a quenching brook
When the temperature is unbearable
I love to look at nature
The plains and the hills
A wonderful integration
Serving all freely without a complaint
Yet not always praised
Look, I love you
When you cry I'll make you smile
When it hurts I'll get the cure
Because you are my life
It hurts when you are hurt
This page will not say it all
The volumes in my heart it cannot contain
Promises are hard to keep
Yet I commit my self to do so
Because I love you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful words sorrounded by the natures beauty which you colorfullly painted in your poem