Many waters will never quench my love
neither will the floods of life overcome it.
From all adversities it will rise above
and all other loves will succumb to it.
Much stronger than death it will never die.
While I live my love will forever be
You'll always be the apple of my eye
and I'll always love you, my dear Dorothy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem