The sandal breeze that roams around me,
Is not the one who loves me.
The sunset with shades of crimson glory,
Is not the one who makes me blush.
The sea that touches my feet,
Is not the one who causes the ripples in my heart.
The woods that hold the mystic of eternity,
Are not the ones whom I search in curiosity.
The little birdie that drifts up into the sky,
Is not the one who lifts my spirits high.

To my love, who has made me-
Feel blessed day after day, night after night.
To you my love, I send this poem as a prayer-
For that day when we are destined to meet.