Inside my library,
things here and there.
I am sitting alone,
to think of unknown.
This picture can remember me,
the first when we met,
the picture to the left,
told me how old I am.
I was thirty years,
when we were engaged,
when we were happy,
the love presents his shade.
The lovely shade it was,
and the flowers surround,
how I had been happy,
by love, and proud.
Your eyes had a beam;
inter inside my heart,
I will never forget,
the love that you grant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again good one....keep writing