My core, what essence left, is hers;
she has not lost me, just.
I restep my thoughts reminded
Truth is here.
Our efforts, stressed and strained -
Rewarded.
Matured, pasts scared,
Her soul to mine prefects;
As a dozen lives massgraved
We arise, poppied - bedewed.
The world's use is shown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's the most significant aim for everyone in the world of humans, to be happy and live a great life with your partner, I really love the theme, The_African_Son