In the room of love, faded lust gives way to belief and trust.
No walls, no costumes, or decorations to trust.
Just a piece of heaven,
Only the sweet scent of flowers,
only love's whisper's.
Never burns out, the flame
At the end of the game.
Earthquakes can not shake this home,
it is an immortal zone.
Nothing can damage it. Even not hail or heavy rain.
There can not sustain the word 'pain'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem