Kneeling down,
upon the cold, lonely ground,
reading love poetry to my dear Angel,
Remembering our lively days,
Feeling the fluttering breeze from
Angel wings stroking my neck,
with the rose scent of your perfume surrounding me,
Only need a single day,
to forget the loneliness,
wishing one dream would come true,
Spending one moment, with you,
to fill my empty heart,
with warmth,
With your warm breath tickling my neck,
Only need one day, walking with you,
holding your warm hands, kissing you for one last time on earth,
before saying goodbye for just a short while,
Is the one dream, I wish would come true.
My dear sweet Angel,
I miss you so much,
I love you.
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I would like to translate this poem
John keats very kindle man of india