When tired broken and in despair
All I can think of is to snuggle into your arms
When joyous laughing myself silly
I long to have none but you at my side.
When you are called obese
I know how you hold me with ease
When you are labeled unkempt
I remember those taut veins on your hands bent.
When you are counted another failure
I think of your sweet heart so pure
When others turned their backs to me
I knew you would stand up to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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