A Love Poem (translated from Bulgarian)

For you silent coming
that echoes like a thunder,
for all you gave 
but never took back,
for forgiving me being 
and not being with you,
for the words you saved me from,
for the caresses you didn't,
for the strength that flew inside
when you were weak,
for the bad and good times
in your little finger,
I won't place a ring
but my burning lips.
 
(Veselin Khanchev)