They will come,
Many will come,
Even all will come.
But to you alone will these feelings be reserved.
I'll wait with time and season.
Even if my mind travels,
My heart will remain.
To you alone will these feelings be reserved.
Till you come,
Till my arms hold your delicate skin again,
Till then, all the nights I'll wait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'll wait with time and season even if my mind travels my heart will remain to you alone and these feelings be reserved beautiful thoughts.