</>Through the window,
A bird chirp to it's mate,
Running to my ears,
As it was saying,
Dear mate I love you.
While water run above pebbles,
In the river below the bird,
There goes my thought,
Running through my mind.
A girl I saw at school,
Pretty till my heart beats,
In dreams I saw her,
Is this love?
As the wind glide through the rose in my yard,
As the cars past through the shop in my street,
As time pass through the clock in my room,
Will I forget,
Will I remember,
Will I think,
Will I hope,
Will I pray,
Will I smile,
Or will I cry,
Is this love?
For this run my heart,
For it breaks me,
Just to see her kiss another man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem