Hand in hand when
I walk with her in the garden
I do not look at the flowers
I do not look for their fragrance
I feel my flower in my hand
Her presence fragrance to me
The skies open up, clouds disperse
The moon shines brightly
And in the distance I hear
the doves coo-cooing
I lose myself in her
Joyous bliss dawns upon me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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