Perhaps this is love.
I can’t speak about you,
But when alone,
Your thought throngs
And my eyes fill with water.
Is this love, when you
Rebuke me, try to
Upturn the bin box
Over my head
And mock? ?
Yet I keep silence
As river, as hill, as
Meadows…
Keeping the same patience.
Perhaps this is love!
The love of lower heaven!
Thanks a lot Sir.To denote the stoic nature of the narrator the reference of trees meadows have been brought.The love of lower heaven ends with mark of exclamation.Here lies the confusion of his/her mind. I thought like this when I wrote.
The love of lower heaven! I think this defines the kind of love described. A tree or a meadow may not understand. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rivers and Mountains Hills and valleys Meadows and loans Stars and sky sea and waves fills up love in mind and soul