I, amid the myriad,
Those who strolled
With thoughts, untold
Two went walking...
From a bedded haze...
As if, caught spying,
Two lovers sighing
Waterfall of leaves,
By the boat basin breeze
Hand in glove,
Held, two, with love
Another poured English breakfast tea
While humming a lilting melody
Knotted hair, past her shoulders, fell
Tell tale sign of passion' s swell...
He built a fire, to ease her chill...
On bended knee, her every will
Without hesitation, he filled her cup
For she's the one, who fills him up
The years have brought them down this path
Too many counted, to do the math
But still, his eyes reflect her face
Secure within her warm embrace.
A couple, new...exploring bliss
They steal away, to share a kiss
And dream of what might lie ahead
After lying and dreaming, in a shared bed
I, amid the myriad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem