My love for you
Has not been told,
In songs of birds
Or even by toads,
So smile while I
Play my flute
For your muse
Our hearts to fuse,
Harmonizing with
This feelings found,
Similar to the pride
Of groom and bride,
In fog, mist or dew,
It is many not few…
It can only be viewed;
And can never be sold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So smile! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.