you take-
all i have, and claim it..
revel as much in my joy as in my pain, my loss...gain.
every thought shared becomes your triumph..
we often wage wars,
you the undifying victor to whom i willingly bow..
you are my refuge...
you i come home to-
my past, my clean slate-
dearest, hated lined, margined and A4 sized..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good piece, thanx for the read