How wonderful it is to be reminded constantly
Of the possibility of you and the possibility of me
The morning dew on the fresh cut grass outside
And the bright sun beams on my face after noon abide
Even the cold night breeze against my cheek seem to woo
Seem to bring all my thoughts and contemplation to you
It is as though the universe has conspired in secret to remind me
Of your feel and your touch and the possibility of what might be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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