The yellow leaves are falling on the ground,
The same place where our love was found
Our love will grow with time they say,
Like a new tree n a new day
We meet, we love, we learn to cherish,
In a world where everything will someday perish
In eyes of you, my love, heaven seems close,
That’s why our dream to be together is fresher than rose
Lips that seal my love to you,
Thus god has made sure we are stuck with glue
So the yellow leaves keep falling on the ground,
It’s where our love will always be found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem