What a live of mine, without any price,
Auctioned ever, without any voice.
Auction able am I for this market,
Auctioned ever, without any target.
Is there still any corner in your heart?
Keep me in your heart, buying from this mart.
This gold and silver, what does it matter?
I am the things, suits to your value better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one, props! ! -Britney