A print in the shape of heart
To colour in various paint
Will you keep neat in a frame?
Love is steep to just play game
Some would leap cross over a dam
Or a deep quarry of flame
So to creep for a bit of ‘fame'
And to weep if He tells His name
And to weep if He knows your name
And to weep if He likes your name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem