So many flowers in the neighbor's lawn
Their fragrance sweet, and my soul longs
To pluck their stems, to take them home
None else but I to own
None else to share, nor beauty taste
Feel gentle touch upon my face
In peaceful silence share embrace
No love compares to this
And yet the neighbor holds the hose
That waters what is his. He knows
My heart is full, my passion flows
To hold what is not mine
The gentle blossoms, delicate
More rich than all the world. Regret
Pours over every thought of mine,
As flowers fade with time.
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I would like to translate this poem
The smell of those flowers send me sensation impulse to my brain whenever i read your poem..keep it up_Unwritten Soul