She is.
Valuable to him, I must go.
While the night tightens around her eye.
Households you leave to investigate.
The song she sings announces his the dawn.
Her to him she calls.
Calling to obtain, it is his sight.
The Bird is of and love she preens to acquire.
The remaining value of all that is true love.
Singing loud that song he cries.
For him.
For her.
As for the sunlight from on high the mountaintop which already flies.
It has left her off at the snowy top.
As for that of him. Her bird… it is hers.
Because of her and I, am of her my wings to her the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem