love, that doth reign and live within my thought,
and built his seat within my captive breast,
clad in the arms wherein with me he fought,
oft in my face he doth his banner rest
Me doth think, that the poet is blessed... Andrew 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, we have the smartest kid with down syndrome here, or was he the bronze medalist at the special olympics, i'll let you decide