From today, March 1st,
This sunny day,
To 8th of March
Most women of my land
Will smile and pray
Inside their hearts.
For One they Love!
The much loved man
Will hear woman's call.
There he is!
As in her secret thoughts
At her own door:
Holding a bunch of
gentle little snow drops.
She'll have those sweet flowers
Then he will be paid instead
Only one warm but sweetest kiss!
Yet! For the spring to come,
He needs
A thousand!
So, now get ready
His time to pray:
She has to kiss him
Nine hundred ninety nine
Times again!
Let's hope she'll hear,
Get it done.
Or...
Spring, will never ever
come...
So, may I say my my pray:
For man to give
their loved ones what they wish
And woman give man
a bit more then a much too little
Tiny kiss?
so, may I say my my pray: for man to give the loved ones what they wish and women give men a bit more then a much too little- tiny kiss! ! .......................ya as almost all woman falk do to their counterpart...spring may come with new message and this is time to exchange..lovely write....10 read mine.. snow.. i miss... anywhere
Therefore as for that for you the only ' from which is, I perhaps you say; Perhaps, just my praying: In the same way and the family to the woman gives that person more from the person, from whom it should give, desires as for the greatly excessively small small butterfly for the family which kisses to........... iip
A very sweet tradition poetically described. But I wonder, in a village full of courting men and women, does it happen when the fields are denuded, fist fights breakout for the lvery ast snow drop? 10+
Snow drops or cold climes of Snow flakes.. they always come in such greetings that tell me just Hold on I am just nature and you are Part of Nature! ! .. Don't ever fear looking at me Nature, be brave and stay! !
Sweet flowers carry sweetness and beauty. Spring comes and goes far giving us memory. Inside hearts love remains. Snow drops are special in perception. Very nice and vivid imagery is drawn here is interesting.10
'There he is! As in her secret thoughts At her own door: Holding a bunch of gentle little snow drops. She'll have those sweet flowers Then he will be paid instead Only one warm but sweetest kiss! Yet! For the spring to come, He needs A thousand! ' loved the progression of this, to the first kiss we add a score, then almost a thousand more, so sweet so gentle the snowdrops call :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A flat poem on love and passion