I didn'ttaste the nectar of life yet,
The flowers of joy are delaying to emboss my bed.
You may say the life is not perfect yet.
Alas, the heaven stays just in heaven.
But I will never forget the face,
This life is just a gift of her grace.
One life not enough for her,
May destination go afar,
Yet I will not forget her face.
Seeing the dance of two pink heads,
May bethe petals shed form heaven's bed
My fortunate eyes how happy are
To see thy glare.
My silent heart can't remain silent.
The god of love gives wisdom to this age,
Every timethat I need to decorate in my page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem