I wish not make any choice for you, 
& differences can hinder true ways, 
& what you purpose in your heart, 
appears true on the outside.
I speak of things, that belongs to you. 
My hands taunt not, words are clear, 
& what the heart feeds, become real, 
in time, life shall tell, false or true. 
how did I come to love you so much?  
fondling your smiles, & beautiful lips, 
& I wish you well, beams of true lights, 
that add smiles to your glaring beauty. 
 
Do not shrink, if love faded & gone, 
choose you strength, to glow & gain, 
And Your choice of wisdom & dreams, 
shall grace you & count you worthy.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    