My will that She came in white sefan saree,
And told me that She loves me,
Her hand in my hand sat on the lea,
Never came thought about any fear, feels free,
My will that we dance together in rain,
And her hand on my hand&we were very close,
Feels in romonaci-world where nothing to loose and gain,
Where love everywhere and never ended love-phase,
My will that She loves me only,
For her I everything not precious anything than me,
Never left me as lonely,
She lives for me and I live for She.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem