Words can wait, the triumph of the diseased cannot,
Help is so nessesary in times when the world seems bleak.
Oh, there were wishes made and life that lived.
But more than that love existed, and so does the myriad of dreams.
Love still exists, as plenty can be found, but the one we find doesnt bleed,
He loves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love michael jackson. i dont look upon him on the things hes been critized of, i look upon him as an artist, an as an artist he was amazing. very good write. btw your title needs to be edited if its suppose to say Michael Jackson, you will [be] missed, loved and adored you have an m just a suggestion: thought you might wanna know? .