I sing to you
of Silver Swans,
Kingdoms and Carillons.
Of loving bodies
intertwined,
underneath an
innocent sky.
I sing of love.
I sing of joy.
A loving girl,
in hands with a boy.
The night they shared
no one could change,
The love they had,
that love remains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sweet, romantic, almost innocent in its joy.