Dandelion

Today, I went to the other side of hill, 

Where I saw you for the first time and my will

to wait for you strengthened,

I listened to the nightingale,

in that early hour of dawn,

The spring in the mountains 

are about to begin,

which is accompanied by the winter

and followed by the summer,

which is celebrated by the bold sun

and the bad weather.

My heart sank thinking 

about the small span of spring,

A butterfly flew by my hair,

spreading its colorful wings,

And placed its feet

on the dandelion flower, 

Which you had placed on my hair, 

and promised to comeback.

Today passed the one more year

of yearning and contemplation,

my yearning heart 

and sobbing passion.

When the sun arises from the east,

I plucked the dandelion 

and dressed my hair,

I went back home

believing our fate.