Like Mr. Morel in 'Sons and Lovers',
I was never jealous of her,
I loved her unconditionally,
As a child is loved by the mother.
She was the sunshine,
The joy divine,
Amid her company,
I felt so fine!
Alas! The golden moments are gone,
The way in the horizon vanishes the moon!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem