When the wind whistles through the trees
And I feel the ocean's gentle breeze,
I think of all the feelings I have for you.
And how you love me, too.
My life could never go wrong.
Cause you are my poem and my song.
Lets' board the train of love.
I am the olive branch and you are the dove.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem