It's just me,
I stand alone here admiring thee,
Admiring the beauty of mother natures flower off a tree.
So delicate and fair
I can not help but to stare.
You are beauty and fragile
I hold in my hand,
If I make a wish to you mother nature for my love
will I turn and find him to be there watching me?
Alone and beautifully admiring the beauty of thee?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem