With each and every passing day,
I love you more and more.
For there are not enough words to say,
How very much thou are adored.
From the simple beauty of the sky,
To the leaves that fall and gently lie,
To the beauty and brightness of the sun,
To the blessings of love one on one.
With each step that I shall take,
And each trial thou shall make,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem