The first kiss of true love
Like the sip of aged wine
Released all the white doves
To a height plumb divine
As we swayed in the fall
Windy boughs of crisp trees
Veiled us an autumn ball
Of the most colorful leaves
And we both stood quite still
In this wee frame of time
Loving freely at will
Til we aged like the wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem