Lovely Darling's Garden - Poem

hands holding like a smelted iron

your palm sweats are mine

even when the wind whisk

my hands will tuck your hair

Under a falling tree park

we sat on a bench together

like chicks of a lark

you fell to my shoulder

I cannot explain how much I love you

neither this dialogue which I wrote for you

little things give happiness

like us to the world

Maybe we are small and insignificant

Lovely little us didn't change the fate

but without tucking your hair, or you fall on my shoulder

I wouldn't desire another life, no matter how daring