I had a friend, and hope grew deep in the heart of me,
Friendship and more I craved; but god is kind-
He gives us not what we want, but only what we need:
The hell we could not fathom's left behind.
“There’s none so cursed, as he who receives what he first desired.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pattie where were you 15 yrs ago lol, words of pure wisom, nector collected from fresh bright flowers