So many went to war, had frontiers crossed,
All very apt and fitting for the times,
Blazed prairie trails, or be in oceans tossed,
But lo! This soul just prides to write these rhymes;
I never found the need to trek the stars,
My world is here with you, that now I find,
Without adventures, booty or the scars,
But privy to a wealth in peace of mind;
In grandeur basks the venue of our tryst,
That halls of Montezuma can't compare,
Beneath the skies, God gave us stars and mist,
Some better place to be for a love affair?
.....We need not Cleopatra's barge for fun,
.....The world is ours, we do not have to run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem