I brought you a flower,
that I catch in a lovely spring.
I still can feel its smell,
as good as the smell of your perfume
in all the letters you sent for me.
An increasing good feeling,
bit by bit, started growing inside us.
Something that is worthwhile to preserve,
something that we must take untill the end.
Sometimes, good friends end up as lovers
and I sincerely think the same about you and me.
The flowers will be dying as soon as the winter starts
but this feeling will last from spring to spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem