Although we are not friends,
I am still your friend.
And although our friendship came to an end,
We still did not end.
Although you will not shake my hand,
I will still lend you a helping hand.
And although my voice you cannot stand,
I will still pick you up and help you to stand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this so true...there's that dormant bonding lingering within that with right stimuli will defroze that coldness between two joyous hearts.