In fields of gold
You pay your dime
My soul is sold
I gave you mine
Cold rain
Does not kill the pain
You drove me insane
But hear me not complain
I took the love you gave
Maybe it takes me to my grave
For you! I did try save
You forever I will crave.
RG/NB
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this one Robert, well rhymed,