The look of thee,
gives such pleasure to me;
as the fresh showers doth,
a peacock glee.
The voice of thee,
says much to me;
like the whispering waves,
of the gentle sea.
The touch of thee,
gives a feel to me;
as the blissful spring dost,
to a dying tree.
The love of thee,
is a boon to me;
a privilege of which - I doubt,
worthy I can be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem