The ice was falling,
But my prince never ceased;
My prince tried to hold me,
Even when they pushed him away,
They tried,
They pushed and pushed,
But my prince still held me tight.
I was proud of my prince,
Happy and so content,
I lied next to him,
Round around his strong arms,
I'd close my eyes; feel his
Scent, because he touched my
Heart, he gave me warmth
during winter.
But I wailed they pushed him,
I was helpless on the fight,
It was on twilight when the
enemy attacked;
They fought us,
Until he'd no
fight.
We became defeated.
Winter is in approach,
Still waiting my prince;
Fighting am steady,
Ready for my prince,
Come back my prince;
I still love you,
We shall fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel the passion of the poem