my love best
always is blooming
when I receive
from living more,
than I am expecting.
accept my thanks God,
I thank that You let me be
everything, and with nobody,
to feel so a lot,
to give more, and by,
that I have two hands,
and it is beautiful.
I can be divided
with my sadness, or joy,
when are needed
for me powers and an enthusiasm
will be enough, so that
in my house bread isn't missing.
I can always shoulders out
about wszysto to ask my God!
of you even, if you are
far in your sky.
my love best
always is blooming
when I receive
from living more,
than I am expecting.
and when I feel that I still
have something to work
my love best
always is blooming
for You God...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting. I like it. DA