In your hour of darkness
When anger wants you to end your
Life and beg nothing from this life
Remember how sweet it is that I love you
In thé pages of your mind make my love the
Butterfly that dreams about peace in thé sea of
The honey in your life. Make me stay when I
Should not.And practice to call my name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem