spring comes,
when southern winds blows,
swaying with joy
are the creepers of love
with fragrant white flowers
the drunken bees buzz
to drink nectar
in maddened frenzy!
the river water laps,
near our toes
lovers lost in bliss
in nature,
a delightfull madness
in the caress of spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I chose this poem as we have been in Spring and it is all so beautiful like your poem with 'the creepers of love with fragrant white flowers. I love the bees getting drunk and water lapping near our toes feels so romantic to me. Just lovely. 10 Karin