Make love in a rainforest,
Make love in the snow;
Through a storm in a graveyard
That’s how it would go.
Let the world try to scorn me
For the things that I have done.
Better to have done them,
Than to deny, hide or run.
Since this is my last day
And I look back through time
I only wish there’d been an answer
To the anguish that was mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem