Shakespeare compared her
with the amazing summer's day!
i said that's not fare
i would do the same
shall i compare you to my tear?
that tear, always near
always big and clear
ready to die
ready to make any scarify
to remove a fear
and shall you compare me to your eyes? !
that see me the whole of the year
it always know what i do
and the right place for the tear
you know >>
nobody loves you
as i do
and if it not so!
one tear belongs to one of the eyes
one winner will take one prize...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem