Holding hands, walking quietly through forests of being,
enjoying the aroma of pine trees as they waft our way in
the gentle breezes of spirituality.
Always tantalizing and alluring as we walk and talk peace-
fully through moments of our love together here on this
earth.
Never forgetting a single moment of our life for all of it
is a treasure that will never be lost, only kept closely
in our own little world far apart from others on this earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem