The love of swans is like the sweetness of the rain
Clear and clear as the first morning dew
The love of the swans is adorned with cries of the sun shining every second
The love of swans is the embrace of the colors of desires
The love of swans is the sound of glances on the satin feathers of his beloved
The love of swans is the incandescent flight of their painful feelings from the fires of their love
The love of the swans is the eternal symphony of their fluttering wings in the oxygenated air of their love sigh
The love of the swans is intertwined necks whose beginnings and endings are unknown
The love of swans is the silence of their floating on the water that mirrors their infallible attachment
The love of swans is that love which you have given me, placed on my soul like a feather on the soft cushions of the air bubbles which turn endlessly in the symphony of the winds.
The love of the swans carries the ring on which you have engraved your name near mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem