I heard you say to sing more songs;
the songs of love and joy.
I saw your tears kissing your cheeks;
the silver drops of joy.
I heard your heart that beat the beats of love;
and it said, our love is joy.
Yeah, darling, songs are coming!
In my soul and in my voice.
Yeah, darling, they`re running
in my veins in ruddy joys.
Like a choir our pair
will sing holy songs.
Love`ll be the holy theme;
and the only God, prayer.
Now wipe your molten pride
on your cheeks rosy bright;
Let our love be godly guide
and be happy to be right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem