To beg the rain to stop and to kiss your lips!
This love is just about how you feel;
List, last, lost, lust!
To train your mind with the joy of your heart.
Light, delight, love, and spiritual satisfaction!
Respect to life,
Living with the muse of nature;
This love is just about how you feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is what you feel at something or someone at that particular instance, plus what is marked, which would cause to recall and cherish, once ages have trodden over and trampled even the traces of memories. ahah..