What there is I give,
Is given and not to borrow.
You can take it to claim it yours.
That which I give.
And once it is accepted,
By you from me...
It is!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're wonderful! Oh poet! You're fabulous! Dearest poet! You thrill you got the marvelous instinct for wonderful well thought out never to forget poetry.Anything else fails in comparison! Glad you're here with us.Stay forever in the house.Without you the house is barren.Soulless without your humane presence.Thank you