I can't offer much,
I can't buy gold and such.
To show how much you mean to me,
I decided to give you something that's free.
It will last your lifetime;
There is a son who is called Orion,
with it's origin of stars that have had me cryin.
These stars belong to others,
Each given their own by their Mother.
16, I was given the first one,
the star to left of the belt for fun.
The boy with whom I was tied,
left me this token when he died.
That star is not mine anymore,
while I pull it ashore...
Throwing it back now with out further ado,
that star is not mine anymore as i am giving it and gave it to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem