Looking at the fresh rose blooming
I think you have not forgotten to love me;
You have a feeling in your heart
That makes the flowers bloom and
Shed their essences:
Feeling the free wind twisting over
The conical shaped tree tops I think
You still have a choice of loving me,
Your thought meanders like a runnel
And rests close to my face;
The earth sings a song for your kindness-
And the dawn breaks to show you the path
To my heart.
who wouldn't love a miner who loves a fresh wine bottle every night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOU are my next best poet of PH How I wish I was of opposite xperinced guy would love the company We give each You mine and I dine drink heavenly wine can't lie supine