Yes!
they all frown and clown;
when they notice, that you are the crown that makes the gown of my happiness longer.
This makes my soul itch in love,
when you are with me,
not with me,
and forever with me.
Yes!
they all frown and clown;
when they notice, that you are the speedometer of my heart,
and that you are always right in between the cabinet of my chest.
Yes!
I am now crowned and gowned up,
to know that;
she simply makes my heart gracefully dance
and glance happily at those who think that I am a fool in love.
Yes!
Let them frown and clown on;
with their thorny crowns of ignorance.
For all I know, and row in;
Is, she is my lord of admiration,
and I love her supremely delicately,
for she is always there for little me.
So let them frown and clown on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
*happy* thanks Asif.*glad*