I pray to the Heaven above
To bestow me fullest and the most sublime
love, love, and yet more love
Unhindered by the winds of time.
The road I trod on maybe harsher,
Yet I seek your silent presence.
Its eyes maybe clear or blurred,
Nothing could add up hence
that love's but the hub of the soul.
@ Welkin siskin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem