Some things are meant to be felt,
all cannot be spoken
If they are not understood,
the heart could be broken
It is just the heart with feelings
that understands another,
A pearl is found not before
searching a million oysters
The flower is the only one
who knows the bees' language
For the flowers' nectar so
this love-cycle they engage
Haven't you known, after all,
who else can my love claim,
Yours is the only picture
That fits my heart's frame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem