To My Valentine
She can blame me as she likes
In her blaming secret love of hers
Always smiles.
Her rosy cheek, petal-lips,
Flying locks, wavy breasts
Mind alluring fragrance -
All are responsible
For this poem that whispers
Let you love me, let you love
Dear, I love you much
But today it is insignificant
To utter the words
As from your heart to dreams
You must know and hear mine
All the time
It is me whose offerings
Is not manly;
You may call you 'madly'
Only for your love
And blame me mockingly not to love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Her rosy ' CHEEK '' , petal-lips, Flying locks, wavy? ? ? SMOOTH SOFT! ! ! ! ! ! Mind alluring fragrance - All are responsible For this poem that whispers Let you love me, let you love She must be very lucky to have you as her VALENTINE I can see her smile Now you may like to read my best poem MOMS SMILES THANK YOU AND HOPE SHE AGREES TO marry uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu 14 Feb 2019