'I can hear the rain
as I lay myself in bed
its flowing in the eaves
just beside the wall
a time to ponder
to a woman that touched me so
for the sound of the rain
turned to a haunting song
oh! power of love
let my heart cry out for you
the air smells perfume
yet like winds it is unseen
only the passionate music
burns the night to sleep
and as I remember
we used to talked under
the tender tree
thinking of our moments
beneath its shade
I could not ask for more
for the passion was so fair
love in its softened dreams
released our perfect bloom
as the rain keeps falling
falling in tormented fashion
deep within the trees.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem