my love,
here am just like a queen
less than a slave
my world stood
so still
like a static rooted rock.
no one care to know
my condition
but you...not even you,
you gave me hope... then
all is lost in mop,
you gave me gifts
that make my life worth while
you alone take away that
and mar my life.
yet its your love
i beseech all the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem