It's a summer stuffy evening.
I am standing at a window.
There's no wind. There is a star.
It's above me. It's called Love.
And my eyes are shining brightly.
I am waiting for you, darling.
Kiss me gently, hug me tightly,
Make me loved and always happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem