When I love you,   The rain does not fall as ice dashes.
It pours down like wondrous cantatas of passion,
it whispers prayers.
It’s raining sparkling dots.

When I love you,   The mysterious pentagrams in the night sky make sense to me.
The wind plays its sonatas   in the branches of my autumn.   When I love you,   I’m a tear of the stream gushing among the rocks.
Take my heart in your hand, Don’t ask me anything.
I love you ...

Very nice poetry wasppy :)))

It was my pleasure

The Bulgarian sadness and mystery (even in English) can be seen through in your poesy, dear Rumy.
When I love you, the sun stops shining and the stars are not dancing, the wind is even stunned still, because I love you! And the Universe repeats: I love you! I love you! I love you! :)))))