You have presented me a flower
With the tenderest white petals,
With its head a little bent down,
And slight delicate fragrance.
Like a bride on her wedding-day
It is so proud and gracious,
Light and fragile like a snowflake -
To me the flower is precious.
I cherish it year after year,
Protecting it with no rest,
Watering it with floods of tears,
And warming it with my breath.
My lovely flower is blossoming,
And time will not make it fade,
It's hidden from the rain and the wind
In a safe and reliable place.
You have presented me a flower,
Which I've planted in my heart,
Taking care of it every hour,
I treasure the flower of love.
