I love the things people hate
Rain and grey and even a little pain,
All can be used for the good of God
Every purpose has a stain
Annabel Lee knew all too well
And so did Dante,
Traversing through hell
At his core Othello was in love
Surely that is a gift from above?
Bad is only bad if you let it be so
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem