Alone,
I was born, no one criticized me
The sweetest morning I've had with my mother
The sun was heading towards the zenith
Then those around me criticized my loneliness
I chose you as my companion
You took me to heaven where the fire was burning
And drove me through Spring and Winter
We struggled to the door
Where we could make
Our love immortal
Then I was found again
Alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem....Top score!
Thank you, Dr.
Thank you, Dr Swain.