Hidden Love

Every town I rode through , People were talking about your loveliness . The best painter thought day and night , but fear to complain the king's difficult question. I have inquired the way thousands of miles carefully , and wrote letters home frequently . I'm calculating when we would wake up to see the rainbow, and when to listen to the spring rain in a painted boat . I have heard the lake is holy and no one can profane . Immortals guarding folks are living on the top of the jokul. Flowers will rain on the lake when they bathe. and then fade when they go back without dust. The wall hundreds of feet seems so close to me , and I want to gallop in the spring field. This is my first poem translated from my Chinese rhyme .I don't know if there are many mistakes in it .Can U help me ? Thankyou .