From Where
She Comes,
I Not Know;
To Where,
She Goes,
I Never Knew;
Crossing Paths,
Saw Her First,
On the Way!
Not Atall a Wild,
Goose Chase;
Like a Breeze Blew,
Off the Flower;
Like a Bee Followed,
The Flowery Scent;
I Followed Her &
She Followed Me;
Playing Hide & Seek,
With No Long Waits;
But Plenty of Time,
Spent In Dreams &
Thoughts of Her;
To See & To be Seen,
On the Same Usual,
Way Crossing Paths;
No Reason to Meet,
Hitherto Whatsoever;
No Reason for Treason,
On Matters of Love Cheat!
Wedding Bells then,
Rang for Both; Not,
Though Between Us;
But the Pursuit Quest,
Of Seeing Each Other,
On the Way Continued;
As Marriage is for Once,
And Charm is Forever!
Till That One Very,
Last Time When,
Her Body Lay Flat;
And Was Carried,
Along in Procession;
On the Very Same Way,
We Crossed Paths &
Seen Each Other,
Many Merry Times,
Now a Memory of Past!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just beautifully worded.Excellent poem!