If everyone knew you the way I do
they all would feel like me.
The things you do, the heart you possess
would be what they would see.
They'd rise to the occasion
with you around
and look up to you
for they would have found
the smile that you give
to all you meet,
the love of nature
right at their feet,
the caring that shows
by what you do,
the understanding
that makes you, you.
But not enough know you the way I do
so they can't feel like me.
What a sad, sad thing I think that is.
They've missed out unfortunately.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem