And if the stars did fall
Over the tears that yet remain
Below the souls that I must wear;
Bleeding dreams for which I mourn
Believe me Lord; he has made me cry…….
So despise me not for my craters
Loathe me not for I am scared
That though would rather have the stars
Than the phantom of my angel made…..
Know thy heart is to me
Chorale adorned to hear
And I pray you shalt see
There is some joy in this
New tear……..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very wonderful poem is shared on sad love really. Wise and amazing.10