(William Shakespeare-'As You Like It '.)    
What  lovers  feel  inside? 
What is that make them flow? 
What  keeps them stay aside? 
 What do  their hearts know? 
What do  lovers  love? 
Why are their  paintings, mostly    Red? 
Why  do they like  a dove? 
 What is their own  fed? 
What  make  them  feel inside? 
What  make  them  want, privecy   to  find? 
What  make  them  love, the beautiful  red  Rose? 
What  keep  them   have,   moments in a pose? 
If  we  combine,  these points, to a magic  link, 
 Wow, lovers really like the spring! 
  As  You  Like  It! Here or there, 
The  Spring  make  lovers, feel  its'  fair! 
Dear  William  Shakespeare, in, 'As  You Like  It', too! 
Felt the same! I  really  FEEL IT TOO! 
I  love  the  Spring, WITH much  LOVE! 
I  love   most, to feel its smell and  touch! 
However, You, my  dear, are more than  Spring to me! 
Your smile, your face, your eyes! When you love me! 
Do you love Spring  as I  DO? 
Do  you love it  TOO?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem