Gather Love In Your Breast Poem by Valentin Gabriel Cristea

Green orchards loaded of love I am shown
dew, that has fallen over the grass
tells me that you have cried
in the night that has passed.

Just forgive me now
my sweet queen
and the pure white
wonderful thought to be you.

In the scorching heat, my love to be you
cool spring of mountain,
under a clear sky to sing you
whole symphony of happiness.

There is no doubt about it
on the rugged summits of mountain
an abyss that I am shown
I gather you in my breast, not to lose you forever.