We hold hands and stroll in the alley,
When we die, they will make
A love shrine for us down the valley.
There were Romeo and Juliet,
And then the two of us will be
Forever young, in the pages of History.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tiny poem devoted to the spirit of love and recalls the story of immortal lovers. Thanks.