The flowers that you gave me
Died long ago,
But the love I have for you,
Is still more than you will ever know.
It isn't the roses that you bring
Or the shiny and glittery jewelry,
Not the fancy clothing,
It's your chivalry.
The kindness in your heart
And the way you make me laugh,
Your voice when you say you love me,
Not the material items in return that I get back.
It's not the sporty car you bought me
Or the bills of mine that you pay,
Not the mansion that you live in,
It's in the things that you say.
The magic that you bring to my life
And make sure that I always smile,
It's because of who you are inside,
Not the money that you have for awhile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The only thing I see is 'masion.' Very well written.