I write a poem for her man,
Showing her love, he can't ban.
He rides his white horse,
enthusiasm, pushes it with force
The horse runs like wind
His friend wishes a happy end,
Trees and flowers are flourish. It's shady
The friend sees his beautiful lady.
Hi come! come my baby.
He is happy.The horse agitates
Lucky day, he advocates.
Nothing is heard except heartbeats.
Blood is pulsing in vein.
The sky is gloomy.It is about to rain.
He softly holds her hand.
The sparrows pip like a band
lovely day! his wife 's behind his back.
The bees fly from flower to flower
Happy day! What a wonderful hour!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem