A man can watch a thousand sunsets;
Live under a thousand full moons;
A man can hold a thousand secrets;
Love on a thousand days of Mays and Junes.
He can ride a thousand-thousand miles;
And think he'll never see love again;
He may hear or make a thousand denials;
Make a thousand starts before he begins.
A man can ignore a thousand regrets,
As he mines for thousands of jewels;
There'll be a thousand steps he forgets;
He'll cycle in and out of a thousand renewals.
A man may wait for a thousand days,
Because of a thousand ways to be wrong;
But when one-in-a-thousand wings his way,
He'll know her by the melody of her song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem