February the 1st.
There's a story told of a wizard
Who, for money, would cast a spell,
And I'm sure that you met this wizard,
And you, his wares he did sell.
What else can explain how your smile
Can make my heartbeat roar,
Or how your look slows my breathing,
While causing my spirits to soar.
I'm sure that you and this wizard
Conspired to control my brain,
For I'm always thinking about you-
Feeling happy and slightly insane.
Now I hope I meet that same wizard,
For I'd give him all of my gold,
To make you want to stay with me,
And share happiness as we grow old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem