I revel free at your feast-
Not too far for the delight.
Beloved, I'm warm and glad
To have your tree for the night.
What bliss is more than this?
When Heart pauses at your place;
What voice is sweeter than yours?
When the eye seeks for your face.
Though wings are close in repose-
And nests shiver in cold wind-
The old days are worth a cheer,
Each venerat'd in my mind.
Dec.31th,2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Revealing freedom and bliss you have done a great job. Wold days give us memories and these days are really worthy. Mind fills life in cheerfulness. Velvet days are definitely very nice days. An excellent poem is well penned.