The wind touch the face
coming through window
whispering sweet nothings
in the ear and kissed
the face of my love
The December cold
tell us to mix the sweetness
to the life
The sunny light throw
the rays on the face of beloved
To make her face brighter
and failed to compete with
Nothing on the earth
will be equal to love
The world become small
when weighed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem