Our love
Yrjö Henrik Kilpinen
This rose, rich with furtive kisses:
Look: this is our love.
Our hands pass it back and forth,
Our lips cover it more and more
With words and kisses rich with longing;
Our souls greet each other, back and forth -
As if across an ocean -- as if across an ocean --
This rose, rich with the fragrance of our souls:
Look, this is our love.